Tattoo shops have a certain intimidating charm. Despite Rancid and Disturbed (punctuated, thankfully, by the occasional and soothing Pearl Jam or Green Day tune) piped in through the sound system, they are orderly (even if Arizona has virtually no oversight or regulation — most of this state's few laws relate to age) and oddly serene. The artists are not just coolly aloof; they're quiet and focused. You get the feeling that nothing much impresses them, which is somehow reassuring — and ironic. I mean, don't most people get tattoos... More >>>