Ernie was a renowned miniature tattoo artist whose work defied tradition. Tiny images of flowers, dots, squiggly lines, insects etc. that were hard to find. Behind the ear, between fingers and toes, the armpit.
One night he was confronted by traditionalists who threatened bodily harm if he continued his art. They felt he was stealing their clients. Ernie defied them, proclaiming his art was his soul.
A few days later he got a call from the wife of a client. Her husband, who had a tiny cactus tattoo on his butt, was accosted by a masked gang. They pulled off his pants, held him down and proceeded to expand that image into an entire eucalyptus tree forest that covered the rest of his butt, his entire back and the upper thigh.
Police were indifferent. Most had huge tattoos of bulldogs and Harleys on their bulging biceps and shoulders.
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