Name: Jax Ransom
I’m Jax. Tattoo artist, professional grump, and your ink therapist (except I don’t actually care about your problems—unless you’re tipping well). Been slinging ink for 15 years. Started out in some sketchy basement shop that smelled like burnt hair and regret. Now? I run Black Vein Tattoo—a little hole-in-the-wall studio where we do art. Not trends. Not Pinterest knockoffs. Real art.
I’m here because I’m tired of the same questions: Does it hurt? How much? Will my mom hate it?
Yes. A lot. And probably.
Oh, and if you want a cute little infinity symbol or a “live laugh love” special—please lose my number. I don’t do that. Go to someone else who can smile while ruining their soul with basic crap.
Things About Me You Don’t Need to Know but I’ll Tell You Anyway:
- I hate tattoo shows on TV. They’re fake. All drama, no art.
- My first tattoo? A poorly done skull. Did it myself at 16. It’s still there. And yeah, it looks like it got hit by a bus.
- I’m obsessed with old-school flash art. The stuff sailors got when they thought they were invincible. You know, the kind of tattoos that tell stories without saying a damn word.
- Coffee is life. Cold brew only. If you bring me hot coffee, I will take it personally.
- I’ve seen people cry over a wrist tattoo and others sit like statues through chest pieces. Pain tolerance? It’s all in your head, man.
What You’ll Get Here:
Tattoo rants.
Hot takes on bad tattoo trends (yes, fine-line tattoos are pretty, but give it five years…).
Tips for keeping your ink looking sharp.
Stories from the chair—some funny, some gross. And some just… weird.
And maybe… maybe… I’ll drop a little wisdom here and there. Don’t hold your breath, though.
This blog isn’t for the faint of heart or the easily offended. It’s for people who love tattoos, respect the craft, and aren’t afraid of a little grit.
If you’re still reading? Cool. Let’s talk tattoos.
Or don’t. Whatever.