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Quaranteam-Northwest: Part 1 Pandemic Survivors, Harems and the Pacific Northwest. Based on a post by Break The Bar. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. To combat the deadly Duo Halo virus, the government will change the lives of Harrison Black and his friends out in the hills of Oregon. In return, Harrison finds a new purpose to his life in the midst of losing his family history. The House Guest. I glanced away again, relatively certain that Erica hadn't noticed my involuntary glance down at her cleavage but not overly worried. The grocery store parking lot was only half full, but we were waiting out front and I felt like we were in a bread line in Soviet Russia. The only good news was that it was a warm spring for Oregon State, and a clear day, so Erica and I weren't bundled up in jackets or anything. Of course, we were still getting used to the masks. "This feels ridiculous," Erica said, adjusting the bandana covering her lower face. She'd done her makeup as usual, with soft but smoky eyeshadow, and her thick dark hair was pulled back in a messy bun. Erica was a well-put-together lady, with the hips and bust of a woman who had aged perfectly into her thirties. I'd known her through our late twenties, and I wasn't ashamed to say I thought she'd only gotten hotter with time. Her black jeans clung to her hips and ass, and the black sweater she was wearing unzipped over a ripped band t-shirt accented the v of her cleavage that I'd been trying not to glance at. "At least it's not the middle of winter," I said. "Imagine this going on in January, in a snowstorm?" "We'll never need to see that," said the old man in front of us in line. He was wearing a hunting gaiter, but it was riding low on his upper lip. "This ain't the first virus, it won't be the last. Couple of weeks and the panic will die down. We'll have practically forgotten it by the fall, I bet." "Hopefully," Erica nodded. They'd announced the quarantine two weeks ago, and it had gone into effect last week. My roommate Leo and I had invited Erica, his sister, up from Portland; she was going to be cooped up in her apartment alone for the two-week shutdown and we had plenty of space on my old family property. Erica had made the drive the day before the statewide quarantine kicked in, having locked up the Tattoo Parlor she managed, and it had been a week of sun, hiking and ATV tours through the property, along with teaching her how to throw an axe and shoot some archery. Next week we were planning to show her the ropes on gun safety, and let her try out some of my grandfather's old hunting rifles. Erica was game for it all, and it felt like a mini vacation for all three of us. What Leo and I hadn't planned for was making meals for three instead of two, and so now a week in Erica and I were braving a trip into town trying to figure out exactly what we were and weren't supposed, or allowed, to do. Erica turned to say something to me, but her sentence was cut off by the heavy thrum and backfiring of a pair of ugly pickups rumbling into the parking lot of the grocery store on jacked-up wheels, halfway to 'monster truck.' They parked near the back, near my own truck, both vehicles with the stupid 'truck nuts' swinging from the hitches on the back and one of them with a big confederate flag sticker in the back window. "Jesus, I thought rednecks were supposed to come from the South," Erica muttered. "There are rednecks in every part of every country," I sighed. "Ask me about German rednecks sometime. Those people are weird." Five men unloaded from the two pickups, and I could see someone still sitting inside one of the cabs. I immediately took in everything I needed to know about the men; my brain couldn't shut off the instinct. Five military-aged males, three who looked like they could handle a bit of a fight. None of them were carrying firearms, no obvious sign of concealed weapons, but several had utility knives sheathed on their belts. Not that uncommon out here in the foothills of western Oregon. Three of them were wearing army surplus combat boots, one was wearing what looked like steel-toe construction boots, and one was wearing hiking boots. Their clothes were blue-collar casual. Rough, in other words. None of them were wearing any form of a mask. The debate was still out in the news; first, we were supposed to wear masks, then they said it wasn't going to be helpful, and now they were saying wearing masks might be the most important thing. Everyone seemed confused about the issue, but everyone in line outside the grocery store was wearing one of some sort or other. "Are they seriously going to just?" Erica muttered. The rednecks were heading straight for the entrance to the store, looking to bypass the ten or so folks in line ahead of us and another six behind us. I could see the panic in the eyes of the pimple-faced teen manning the door. He had no fucking clue what to do about it. "Ah, shit," I muttered, already stepping out of line. "Harrison," Erica cautioned me. "It's not worth it. What's the point?" "If not me, then who?" I asked her, then raised my fingers to my lips and blasted a whistle that echoed across the parking lot. Everyone turned and looked at me. All the folks in line, the rednecks as they were about to bull their way past the boy, and the beleaguered kid who I'd already watched bumble through explaining the line to annoyed people, let these alone belligerent assholes. "Hey," I yelled, but tried to keep my voice more friendly than commanding. "How about you guys show some respect to the folks out here and just grab a spot in line?" "How about you suck my nuts? We aren't sheeple, we know our rights," one of them yelled. "Yeah, this place can't deny us service, we've got rights," another shouted. "There's a difference between rights and being polite," I said. "Old folks are waiting to get their groceries, you boys can wait fifteen minutes." "You got a problem with us?" Another one shouted. "You know who the fuck we are?" "Harrison," Erica sighed. "I ain't got a goddamn clue who you are," I said. "And I don't care beyond the fact that you're acting like assholes." Two of them immediately started coming towards me down the line, the other three hesitating a moment before following. Fuck. I'd been hoping they were just some bully idiots, but the two in the lead were way angrier than they should have been. "Take a few steps back and don't get involved, E," I said quietly. "I'll be fine, but you can't get involved, Okay?" "Harry, what the actual fuck? There are five of them. This is a fucking parking lot. We should just call the cops!" she whispered back. "I'd listen to your fella," the old guy in the gaiter said. "We got one State Trooper somewhere in thirty square miles of here; would likely take too long to do any good." "You wanna say that to my face, you fucking fuck?" one of the men said. I'd taken a few more steps out of line, and he got up within a foot of me with his teeth bared and a fist raised threateningly. "I'm a god damned sovereign citizen, and I got every right to protect my dignity, honor and good name against fucks like you." "Yeah," I said, looking down at him as I breathed in deep and let my full size loom over him. The guy was probably 6'1 or so, but I was 6'6 in my stockings and had an extra couple inches over that from my own hiking boots. "I said you guys are acting like assholes, and otherwise I could give one single shit about who you think you are." "You motherfucker, I'm gonna," "Harrison?" One of the three guys in the back asked. He was one of the ones I'd identified as not being much of a fighter. "Harrison Black, right? You played Defensive End at Eisenhower." "Uh, yeah," I said. "That was a while ago though..." "Oh man, dude. It's me, Barry O'Callahan. I was a year behind you," the guy said. "Guys, this dude almost single-handedly ran our high school defense. Didn't you end up joining the military or something?" "Yeah, yeah," I said, squinting and looking at Barry. "Really? Barry O?" "Heh, yeah I filled out a bit since I was a junior," the man laughed, his gut jiggling with the effort. "And then I filled out a bit more. How are you doing, man? When did you get out of the service?" "Well, I'm doing fine, Barry. Been out going on seven years. But this is a bit awkward," I said. The interruption had been as confusing a moment for the two hotheads in their group as it had been for me. They were looking back and forth between us, trying to decide if they were still mad at me, or mad at Barry, or were just giving it up. "Oh, yeah. Uh, don't worry guys, Harrison is cool, Okay?" Barry said. "Dude, are you just in the area visiting or what?" "I've been up at the family place for the last few years since Pop died," I said. "Oh man, I'm sorry," Barry said. "But hey, can't believe we didn't run into each other until now. Who'd a thunk, huh? Here dude, you should come out to the clubhouse sometime. We'll grab some brews, catch a game or something." Barry pulled a crumpled matchbook out of his shirt pocket and handed it to me. The front had a WWII-style blonde pinup girl on a navy background with a white star behind her, invoking the flag. The Golden Beaver and an address was printed in tiny letters on the backside. It would have been a funnier innuendo if they weren't referencing the Oregon state flag. "Yeah, maybe," I said. "Come on, guys," Barry said, slapping his two hot head friends on the shoulders. "Let's get in line. Nice seeing you, Harrison." "Yeah, you too Barry," I said. And then shook my head as the five men headed back towards the end of the line. "What the fuck was that?" Erica asked me as I joined her back in line, and we moved up a couple spaces as the teen at the door let more people into the store. "Honestly, I thought I was about to spend the night in county lockup," I said. "Fuckin' Barry O." "He seemed like a fan of yours," Erica smirked. "Big high school football star, huh?" "I was a little above average at best," I said. "And I wasn't an idiot. Easy to look good when the rest of the team sucks." I looked down at the matchbook again and shook my head, showing it to Erica. She snorted and took it. "Is this real? Please tell me you aren't going to go join their little redneck club." "Not likely," I said. "It's a wannabe militia group. Bunch of swinging cocks with no sway." "What?" "Cause they're so small. It's a tiny penis joke." Erica smirked again and rolled her eyes. "You child. Can you do me a favor?" "What's that?" I asked. "Maybe, for the foreseeable future, you keep the whole Walking Tall routine to a minimum?" "I'm sorry, did you just make a Dwayne Johnson, early 2000s movie reference?" "Yeah, I did," Erica grinned. "What are you going to do about it?" "We need to get you to watch some better movies," I laughed. "Hey, son," the old man ahead of us said quietly. "Seriously, could you have taken those guys?" I glanced back at them at the end of the line, muttering to each other. "Probably, if I was right. If I got three of them, the other two wouldn't have done anything." "Heh. Would have liked to have seen that," the old man grinned. "Don't encourage him," Erica said. "He hasn't gotten into a fight on my watch yet, I don't want him to start now." "Yeah," I said. "But that's mostly because you're the one who usually starts throwing punches at the bar." "Hey, a guy gets handsy, I put him in his place," Erica shrugged. "No 'Walking Tall' shit, my ass," I snorted. "You two make a fine, rowdy couple," the old man said. "Oh, we're not a couple," Erica said. "Just friends," I said. "He's my brother's roommate," Erica clarified. "I'm just visiting." The old man raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "Alright. Well, maybe you two should consider toning down the flirting then. You're likely to attract bears with all the hormones you're putting out." "Erica, Erica! No, you cannot punch him," I said, holding her back. "Hey, Erica? Can we talk to you for a minute?" Erica looked up from her phone with a cocked eyebrow and a pensive smile. I immediately realized how weird and out of character our approach was. She was lounging on the couch in the living room, her sketchbook tossed to the side with a half-finished something scribbled out in frustration like she'd been trying to work but just couldn't get it right. I knew how she felt, having had the same frustrations ever since the quarantine had been announced. "Sure guys, what's up?" she asked. I let Leo sit down next to his sister on the couch as she sat up, and I took my usual chair. It had been my Father's up until he passed; I'd avoided it the first month after he died and I took over the family homestead. Then when my older sister Valerie and her family came to stay for that summer, she practically pushed me into it. 'It's just a chair,' became our catchphrase for the summer as we sorted through the belongings of our parents and grandparents. "I'm sorry," I said as I settled into the chair. "This is already coming off weird. Erica, it's nothing." "You're making it seem like it's something," Erica said. She turned to her twin. "What's going on?" Leo and Erica were both a couple of years older than me, but once you were into your early thirties that kind of stuff meant a lot less. Leo had the looks of a classic Italian paisan with thick dark hair, a hawk beak of a nose and bushy eyebrows. He was built thin and a little lanky, and was usually ready with an eager smile and word of encouragement for anyone he met. That's probably why we'd gotten along so well when we started rooming together; his positive attitude had been just what I needed coming out of the Army. Erica had a lot of the same features as her brother; the thick dark hair, the ready smile, the energetic sparkle in her eyes; but she also had a sensuality to her that I can't say I'd ever noticed in Leo. She was a little more patient, a little more sure of herself and willing to take charge of things. And that control went all the way to her fitness, as she hadn't let herself slide even through quarantine. Leo sighed. "No, it's nothing. Well, I mean I guess it's something, but it's not," "How about we just say it, instead of talking about talking about it?" I said. "Yeah," Erica nodded. "How about that?" "Well, uh, Harrison?" Leo looked at me, which I guess was fair considering this was my house at the end of the day. "Erica, we're almost a month into the quarantine now," I said. "I know that when we invited you down out of the city to stay with us, it was supposed to only be for a couple of weeks. 'Two weeks to flatten the curve' and all that shit. But things don't seem to be getting any better." "No, it's fine," Erica said, sitting up straighter in her seat and pulling away from her brother. "I know I've been imposing on you guys. It's fine, I can head back down to Portland and I'll just," "Jesus Christ, Erica," Leo said. "We're not kicking you out." "You're not?" she asked. I realized that she was clenching her fists in her lap so hard she was trembling slightly. "Not a shot, E," I said. "We just wanted to make sure that you knew we want you to stay as long as you want or need. We love having you here." For the first time in my life, I saw Erica's lower lip tremble. "Really?" she asked. Back in the city she was the manager of one of the most successful tattoo and piercing parlors in the state, herding artsy workers that acted like cats with constant access to catnip. Erica was firm but fair with her artists, managed a clientele that ran the gamut from rich and entitled assholes to meth'd out deadbeats, and kept her own skills sharp with constant discipline and practice. Every time we had hung out in the years before the quarantine, I'd always been struck by how forceful a personality she was; she could smack talk with the best of them, manhandle a drunk in a bar like an experienced bouncer, and laughed loud and full-bellied. Seeing her on the verge of tears was a shock, and I realized we probably should have had this talk two weeks ago. "Yes, of course we do," I said. "God, you're practically family, Erica. I don't think I could let you go back and stay in the city right now. We love you." The damn burst and as thick tears began to pour over her cheeks and streak her dark eyeliner she reached out and pulled Leo into a hug with one arm. She beckoned for me with the other and I crossed the space to wrap her up in a hug as well. "Thank you," she whispered quietly between us. "I know you guys wouldn't; but still. Everything going on out there, and the way the city is right now... I just didn't" "It's going to be fine," Leo said to his sister, squeezing her harder. "You'll see." She kissed him on the cheek, then turned and kissed me on the cheek as well. "Thank you." I gave her a bit of a squeeze in return. "We'll need to go get some more of your stuff, I guess. You only came down here with a duffle bag." She laughed. "God, yes," she said and tried to wipe her tears. "I can go up there. I could use some more underwear, ha-ha." "Too much information!" Leo said, releasing his sister. She sniffed hard to clear her nose and wiped her cheeks some more to clear her spilt makeup and tears. Erica had a sort of post-punk or light goth style, with thick eyeliner and soft but smoky eyeshadow. For someone in the tattoo business, she had relatively few piercings, just two in each earlobe and a single small, silver nose ring on one nostril. She made up for it with a pair of full sleeve tattoos on her arms and a collection of assorted smaller tattoos on her legs. "What, you don't want to hear about me sweating through my bras?" She laughed at her brother. "Come on, Leo, we're all adults here." I laughed at her teasing and she squeezed me to her with the one arm she still had around my shoulder. She turned and kissed me on the cheek again. "I can go down to the city by myself, you guys don't need to risk yourselves for me. All the news reports are saying this thing is extra dangerous for men." "No, we'll help," I said. "We don't know how long this thing will last, so we'll bring the pickup and you can bring your car. And if you get exposed, you'd bring it back here with you anyways, so we might as well try and do it as fast as possible. Three sets of hands will make things go easier." "Okay," she nodded, then with a last squeeze of my shoulders she eased away and stood up. "Okay. Well, damn, guys. This feels like a fucking weight lifted off my shoulders. I've felt like I've been overstaying my welcome, not that you guys did anything to make me think that. I just,” "It's fine," I said. "We understand." "I don't," Leo said. "You've been all up in my personal space since the dam womb. You never had a problem with it before now." "Come here, you twerp," Erica laughed, slapping her brother on the arm. "Alright, alright," I said. "Come on, children. Let's make a plan here. No time like the present, if we get everything ready we can head out tomorrow."   Leo and I had first become roommates when he sublet me a room as I came out of the military seven years ago and wanted to move back to the Portland area. Then, when my father passed and I needed to move back to the family property, Leo had been more than happy to come on up with me instead of trying to find someone new to take over my half of the house lease. The old ranch-style house I'd grown up in had plenty of room, and my mother had died a few years before Dad, so it worked out for both of us. Even before the quarantine was announced we'd both been working from the homestead; my freelance illustration and concept art gigs kept the bills and property tax under control and food on the table, and Leo had swapped to making artisanal furniture in his little shed workshop instead of the house framing and cabinetry he'd been trained in. The old barn made a decent new workshop for him after a couple of upgrades, and once I'd gotten a satellite installed for point-to-point internet service we were... Well, we hadn't exactly been living the technological dream, but we had what we needed. The drive down to Portland from the homestead outside Jewell took a bit over an hour and a half on a good day with moderate traffic. It only took us an hour, in the middle of the day. I drove my truck, the cover on over the bed, and Leo rode with Erica in her car. The highways were practically empty, and for a while the drive almost felt like just a beautiful day out; other than the thick sweater I was wearing, and the work gloves I'd duct taped to the cuffs. I also had a pair of bandanas hung around my neck, ski goggles sitting on the passenger seat, and the hood of my sweater pulled up. It was the middle of a hot spring and I was sweating my ass off in my own truck just in case of death by viral infection. Even in the last couple of weeks, all the messaging online from the Government about what to do for safety felt like it had been conflicting with itself constantly, and when Leo and Erica tried to do more research they couldn't even figure out which politician or government body to listen to, let alone find something useful and convincing. So we went all out. Driving through the suburbs was a bit of an experience. One neighborhood would be completely desolate, not a single person outside and everything locked up tight. The next would be full of people outside on the street, walking dogs and kids running around playing. Most of them had those medical masks on, but it looked like people were out on summer vacation or something. The neighborhood after that was mostly shut down like the first, but one of the houses easily had thirty vehicles parked around it and was hosting some sort of party going on in the front and back yard. Somehow, despite the world feeling so alien, I still found driving through the city even weirder. Getting into the urban center where Erica had a small apartment near the Tattoo Parlor was like we'd hit the end of the world. Even more than in the suburbs, the near complete lack of people was shocking. We could go entire city blocks without seeing another car, and then suddenly we'd come across a food delivery driver peddling down the middle of the city street on a bike. The only other motorized vehicles I saw were one dude on an electric scooter having the time of his life, and ambulances speeding down the streets with their lights running. They didn't even bother with the sirens. Crackle, crackle. "Hey, Harrison? You read me? Over." I picked up my handheld radio and pressed the button. "Yeah, I read you, Leo. Over." "So we need to take a detour. There's a bunch of stuff online about this Autonomous Zone thing. Protestors in the middle of the city. We're going to avoid it. Over." "Yeah, sounds good. I'll follow. Over and out." I shook my head. The protests had started about a week ago. Halfway across the country, a man had been shot by police; investigations were ongoing, but no one looked good in the situation. Not the cops, not the man, not even the bystanders who had filmed the whole thing instead of intervening. It was a shit show all around, and it had sparked protests that I could only assume were fueled by people feeling so trapped in their own lives. Portland, ever a liberal center of activism, had been a hotbed every night. Vigils and marches every afternoon and evening. Then the riots started at night. We drove down a couple of streets that looked like we'd left the United States behind and entered a foreign warzone. I'd seen streets in Kabul during my deployment that had looked similar; the only thing missing from the burned-out cars, graffiti and general detritus were bullet scars on the walls. Windows that weren't boarded over were smashed. Storefronts were burnt out, looted, or both. It took us an extra twenty minutes to drive all the way around the 'autonomous zone.' By the time we pulled up into the alley behind Erica's apartment building, I was feeling sick to my stomach. A pandemic. Riots. What was next, a natural disaster? I'd seen some of the world; not a lot, but enough. Some of the best and worst places. We were supposed to be better than this. Taking the back stairwell was part of the plan. We didn't want to draw any attention from people; for all that Portland was that liberal bed of activism I'd just been thinking about, it was also still an urban center plagued by theft, crime and people trying to take advantage of each other. With no one on the streets, I'd suggested that pulling up out front made us more of a target to people looking to cause trouble, or attracting the attention of overzealous police. I pulled my truck in next to Erica's car and hopped out. "Alright, make sure you lock up," I said. "Harri, please," Erica said, sliding down her own ski goggles over her eyes. We were all bundled up now, with multiple face coverings each. "I've lived in the city about eight times longer than you ever did. I know how to handle myself." "Yeah, I know," I said. "I'm just a little anxious." "It's fine, dude," Leo said. "Let's just get this done." Erica let us into the building, keying in through a back door, and up through the stairwell. We didn't see anyone on the way up, and she led us through the halls to her apartment. As she let us in, one of her neighbors opened their door and stuck their head out. "Erica? Dear, is that you?" It was a woman, maybe in her fifties. "Hey, Dianne," Erica said. "It's me. I'm just here to pick up some things, and I brought my brother and his roommate to help out." Dianne stepped fully out of her apartment. She was dressed comfortably and had her silvering blonde hair pulled back into a bun. Most notably, she wasn't wearing a mask or any other sort of personal protection. "It's so nice to see you, Erica!" she said. "It's been quiet up here the last few weeks. I have to say, I never thought I'd actually miss your early morning banging around, but I do." "Ah, Dianne," Erica said, holding up her hands. She was wearing rubber gloves, duct taped at the wrists to her sweater just like my work gloves were. "We really shouldn't get any closer than this." "Oh, dear, it's fine," Dianna said. "I've been cooped up in the apartment for a week now, the only person who comes over is Mr. Jones from 5C for coffee every few days. I'm sure you've been just as safe, living out of the city." "No, really Dianne," Erica said. "I don't mean to be rude, but we're only here to get some of my things and go. And I know Mr. Jones is probably lonely up there, but it's not safe for you two to get together for coffee. You should really just skype each other or something." "Oh, I already have to do that Zoomy thing to see my grandkids," Dianna scoffed. "But fine, fine. It's good to see you, dear. Try not to take things too seriously, it won't be good for your health." From inside Erica's apartment, I couldn't help but shake my head. "Dianne, maybe you need to take things more seriously," Erica said. "I'd hate if anything happened to you, but more importantly I'd hate for your grandkids to never get to see you again if you got sick." "Well, I guess..." Dianne trailed off. "Goodbye, Dianne. It was nice seeing you," Erica said in that tone of voice that was just shy of 'politely fuck off,' then followed Leo and me into her apartment and shut the door. "God, that woman," Erica said. She peeled down the pair of gaiters she was wearing over her face. The top layer was a winter covering Leo and I usually used in the middle of winter when we were snowmobiling, and the second was a much thinner one we used in the summer when A T Veeing. "We should be good in here, no one's come in since I left." I peeled down my bandanas and sighed. "I'm sure she's nice, but that lady needs a reality check." "I just hope she isn't someone else's reality check," Erica said. "Alright. I'm going to start in the bedroom. Leo, can you go through the living room and grab anything you think we might want in terms of DVDs and stuff? And Harrison, do you mind doing a check-over of the kitchen? I'm pretty sure I got rid of all the immediate perishables before I came down, but I might have missed some things that could've gone for a couple weeks." We split up and went to work. I cleaned out a few old condiments that Erica had missed and collected some canned and boxed food that would travel easily, along with some of the more specialty cooking equipment Erica had made of point of mentioning. I wasn't sure what an 'air fryer' did, but she made it sound like it was a gift from God, so I was willing to pack it up. "All done in the kitchen," I said, standing in the doorway to Erica's bedroom. She was rummaging in her closet. Her bed was covered in clothes and a couple of pieces of luggage, and everything looked like a mess. "Okay, hold on," she said, then she reappeared and dumped what looked like an entire department store's worth of bras out onto the bed. "Can you start packing this stuff up? Don't worry about folding or sorting it, I'll fix it all once we're back at your place. Then I can grab everything I need from the washroom and we'll be done." "Sure," I said, and we squeezed past each other so she could duck into the washroom. Once she was gone, I just chuckled and shook my head at the mess she'd already made. "I don't think this is all going to fit in these bags." I got to work, and soon three of the four pieces of luggage were stuffed full. That's when I made it to the pile of bras. I glanced out the door, and quickly picked up a fancy looking one and checked the tag. "Damn, Erica," I chuckled. It was obvious she was a busty girl, but 36E? I wouldn't have guessed. Then again, I wasn't exactly a bra aficionado. I wouldn't even know if I'd seen D's or E's or what, the sizing just sort of confused me enough that I couldn't care to look into it any further. I carefully began packing her daintier things into a bag, and below the bras was a pile of panties; and only a few of them seemed like they were designed for comfort and not show. There were strings, there was lace. I held a particular red number and shook my head again, trying to do my best not to imagine Erica wearing it and failing. I shoved it into the bag with the rest. "Incoming," Erica said, bustling back into the room with her arms full of canisters and bottles and all sorts of things from the bathroom. She dumped it all on top of the panties in the bag. "Usually I'd be a lot more organized with this," she sighed. "But I just feel... being in the city feels kinda gross right now." "Hmm, I feel it too," I said. I picked up the last handful of her underwear and put them on top of the cosmetics stuff. "Oh my God," Erica said, grabbing the bag from me. "I can't believe; God, this is embarrassing." She was grinning and her cheeks had heated up as she quickly zipped up the luggage and turned to me. "I didn't realize you'd work that fast." "Hey, I've seen ladies' underwear before," I laughed. "It's not a big deal." "Yeah, but you haven't seen my underwear," she chuckled along with me. "At least you saw the nice stuff. I left most of it here when I came down; wasn't exactly thinking about showing off the goods, ya know?" "Hey, anytime you want to show off, you just let me know," I laughed. "I tried not to pry, but some of them looked pretty hot." "Oh, my God," she said, face palming her embarrassment. Then her smile turned teasing. "Then again, we could always play you show me yours, I'll show you mine. I'm sure the girls would be happy for some more freedom around the house." She squished her upper arms together to pop out her chest a bit under her sweater. Now it was my turn to smirk and blush a little. I was just starting to try and figure out what to say when Leo came in from the front area of the apartment. "Think I'm about done up here," he said. "Anything else, sis?" Erica snickered and punched me in the arm. "That's probably it. I was just teasing Harrison about feeling' up my panties though." "Dude!" Leo said. "Oh, come on," I said. "You know I wouldn't." "Still..." Leo trailed off. "Whatever. Just leave my sister's granny panties alone." "You think I wear granny panties?" Erica said, then turned back to the bag and started unzipping it. "Well, let me just show you some of these..." "Nope, no, nada, nyet!" Leo said, covering his eyes with both hands and turning out of the room. "I do not need to know. Too much information for me!" Erica snorted and shook her head, re-zipping the bag. She winked at me and gave me another friendly punch on the arm. "Thanks again for helping with all of this, Harrison." "No problem at all, E," I assured her. "No, no," she said. "Seriously. Thank you. You guys didn't need to come out here; it feels sort of silly to say, but you're technically risking your lives for me right now." "Well, chivalry ain't dead yet, I guess," I said. "I guess not," she laughed. She leaned in and kissed my cheek. "It's nice. Just don't go making a habit of it, I don't need some White Knight savior act out of you or my brother." "Deal," I said. We got everything out into the front hallway of the apartment, and it ended up being more than we could hope to carry down in one trip. The end result was that we made the first trip down, started loading everything into the bed of the pickup, and while Leo and Erica went back up for another load I stayed down with the vehicles. The thing about inner cities, we'd all learned quickly when we originally moved in, was that you took a risk when you left things in your car. Well, if you had a car to begin with, but if you did and people could see in then it was likely your shit was going to get stolen. So there I was, sitting on the open back gate of my pickup with double bandanas over the bottom half of my face and ski goggles over the top, when two men rounded a corner further down the wide back alley and stopped. They looked at me and the cars. I looked at them. One of them was wearing a medical mask, while the other had a knit wool balaclava on with nothing but his eyes showing. I'd never really considered it before, what with us living out in the woods away from most people, but at that moment I realized how simple it must be to do crime when everyone was expected to wear masks. I watched them. They eyed up the vehicles. I stood up. They watched me do it. I slammed the gate of my truck shut. They watched me do it. I walked around to the passenger door of the truck cab, pulled out the hard case I had stowed under the seat, grabbed my Dad's old Colt 1911 and slid a magazine home. The men kept their eyes on me, not batting an eye even though I was now holding a loaded firearm. I leaned against the back of my truck and watched them right back. Eventually, Leo and Erica came back down and I didn't mention the men or the pistol, which I tucked onto the passenger seat of my truck while we were moving things around. I left the door open so that I could keep easy access. Erica and Leo went up for one last load, and I entered another long staring match with the two men. They hadn't moved and were about fifty yards away so I couldn't tell if they were talking to each other. I swear I must have been sweating bullets under my sweater and gloves and various masks. I don't know if my adrenaline had spiked like this since seeing combat while deployed. Not even the grocery store parking lot showdown a few weeks ago had been like this. Finally, Erica and Leo came down with the last load, we got everything stowed away, and got back into our vehicles. I took a moment to unload and re-stow my firearm, and as Erica and Leo pulled away in her car I watched as the two men came up the alley and entered Erica's apartment building through the door we had been using. Maybe they had just been waiting to use the door, playing it safe with us. Or maybe it was something else. I wouldn't ever know. It took three days for us to start feeling... safe wasn't the right word. 'Less apprehensive' is where I ended up landing. Coming back from the city had been as smooth as driving out, but once we were home we all had this feeling of being dirty. It felt silly even at the time, but we ended up hosing each other off outside with the garden hose before heading in to take some long, hot showers. Was that ineffective? Probably. Did it make us feel better? Maybe, a little. When none of us were showing any symptoms of getting sick by the third night back, we all decided to crash and start a new show together on Netflix that night after dinner. I ended up in the living room first and was starting to scroll through the menus to find something we might like when Erica came down the stairs in her own comfy clothes. She was wearing baggy, low-riding sweatpants and a black tank top that I very quickly realized was bouncing way more than usual with each of her steps down the stairs. Erica walked over to the TV sitting area and flopped down onto the couch across from me, absentmindedly reaching up and tying her hair back into a loose and messy bun. "What?" she asked me when she realized I was staring at her. "Nothing," I said. "You just... you look good. Like that." She rolled her eyes. "It's just makeup, Harrison." What she meant was she wasn't wearing any. For the first time ever, even including the month that she'd already been staying with us, I was seeing Erica without makeup on. It was sort of shocking, honestly; whatever magic she did in the mirror, with her kit, it was like she could change the very structure of her face. Usually, she had an almost angular predatory look, with sultry and smoky eyes and sharp cheekbones leading down to a perfect set of clean and bright red lips. Now she looked brighter, more girl-next-door. Sure there were imperfections; soft lines under her eyes, little freckles and blemishes that got hidden by foundation, but her eyes were brighter, and her smile was wholesome. "Just don't feel like you need to be anything but comfortable, E," I assured her. "I like this look on you." She sighed and gave me a smirk. "Alright, charmer. What are we watching?" I tossed her the remote and let her start scanning through the list of new shows. Besides her lack of makeup and apparent lack of a bra, she was still her usual self. Both of her arm sleeves were bared by the tank top; her left arm was a colorful splash of a dozen of her favorite Pokémon from the original 150, all water-themed. Her right was Star Wars themed and focused on a pinup Femme Boba Fett on her outer upper arm, along with a couple sexy lady Stormtroopers, a Princess Leia in the requisite golden slave bikini, and Padme in the ripped-up white arena fight outfit. Not to mention the Yoda on her inner forearm and chili Chewbacca just below her armpit on her bicep. Her tank top also showed off the two heart tattoos on either side of her clavicle, and the half-mandala tattoo that sat on the back of her neck at the hairline. Erica's legs, while currently covered by her sweats, were a more eclectic collection of random and unplanned tattoos dating back from her start in the industry; some were done by her own hand, others by fellow apprentices, and a few even by the apprentices she'd eventually trained over the years. "Heads up!" Leo said, bounding down the stairs in his own sweats and a hoodie, vaulting over the back of the sofa and landing heavily next to his twin sister. "Jesus Christ," Erica said, ducking away to narrowly avoid getting kicked in the back of the head. She turned and hit Leo in the shoulder. "Watch it, you monkey!" "Takes one to know one," Leo laughed, swiping away her hands as she tried to hit him again. Soon the two were involved in a swearing match as Erica was leaning over Leo, trying to tweak his ears and drop a wad of spit down on his face, while he tried to both ward off her hands and push her away at the same time. Their easy sibling rivalry and goofing off usually wasn't this physical, but it still had me laughing and wondering all the same. I'd never had that with my sister; she was about seven years older than me, so we hadn't ever had that sort of a relationship. To be honest, I was also a little interested in the sibling scrap because Erica's tits looked fucking great jostling and bouncing around in her tank top, and a part of me hoped a boob would pop out in the chaos. Unfortunately, I couldn't be so lucky and the duel ended with both of them panting, sitting next to each other, with no boob appearance. "What are we watching?" Leo asked. "I dunno, we hadn't picked yet," I said. "Let's watch this," Erica said, seemingly at random, and selected some sort of a baking show. "Aw man," Leo said. "These competition shows are always so scripted." "They make me hungry," I said. "Maybe I should start baking more." "Yes," Erica said. "Now we're watching every season just so you can get more good ideas like that, Harri." The show was easy to follow and clearly designed like every other Food Porn-style "reality" competition. Other than the deliciously described food, the only thing actually keeping my attention was the host. "She's hot," Erica said during one of the transition scenes, right after the host had finished showing the TV audience the differences between a mousse and whipped cream. It had involved a lot of whisking very fast. "Not my type, but I can see it," Leo said. "She's got too much of a Fifties Housewife vibe going on." "That's just because she's so proper British," Erica said. "Look at her, she's gorgeous. And fucking stacked under those pretty dresses. What do you think, Harri?" "I'm with you, I think she's definitely hot," I agreed. "And I really dig the accent." "I bet she's a fucking freak in bed, too," Erica said. "No way!" Leo argued with his sister. "Look at her. She's all syrup and sweetness. I bet she's dry as a desert down there, and you couldn't fit anything in due to the stick up her ass." "Nuh-uh," Erica shook her head. "I'd put money on her having a filthy mouth off-screen. Just swears like a fucking sailor. And,  Hmm, I bet she probably says she's straight, but has plenty of experience with girls from her Prep School days." "Sure," I laughed along. "Makes perfect sense. Anything else?" "I bet she's got a cum fetish," Erica said. "Look at her eyes when she's talking about glazing. She's practically creaming her conservative little dress. And she definitely likes a cheeky finger up the bum to really set her off." All of us were laughing now, and the conversation faded as we struggled to get control of our giggles. By the time the first episode was over, we were hooked despite the silly concept, and let it play. We got four episodes in before Erica called it quits. "That's enough for me tonight, boys," she said, yawning and stretching her arms wide. Her right arm rubbed roughly against Leo's face on purpose, just to bug him as he pulled away. "I'm off to bed. Good night!" She bounced up off the couch and made for the stairs, her hips swiveling in her low-waisted sweats. They'd ridden lower, and she was showing a bit of a whale tail with her lace thong panties peeking over the waistline. "Dude," Leo said, snapping my vision from his sister as she walked up the stairs. "Uh," I hummed, and slowly raised both arms in an awkward shrug. "What do you want me to do?" "Just... don't make it a thing," he sighed, then flopped over onto his side. "She's my sister. You wanna watch Deadpool?" Visitors The rumble, sputter and hum of the approaching ATV broke my concentration as it cut through the quiet warbling of my shitty Bluetooth speaker long before Leo pulled around the trail bend. The thick foliage up here in the foothills, far at the back end of my family property, created a weird dampening effect so I hadn't heard him until he was almost on top of me. The rumble cut through the thick greenery now and was followed by the crunching of the tires biting into th

Erin Wade, artist for "Chip T," sponsored by Harry's Tattoo Parlor and Bear Fever, knew early on she wanted to spend her life doing art and helping people in some way. And so, today, she's fulfilling her mission as an art teacher in a private school setting, teaching kindergarten and watching those same kids she knew as kindergartens graduate from high school. "Chip T"--a name for the community working together--has an unlikely origin story and has probably been the most impressive surprise, in artistic "merit," when he finally appeared. It was a "wow" moment!

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Send us a textThis week on Haunt Weekly, we're doing the news. This episode includes a haunt that has failed to issue refunds, another shuttered by a deep freeze, and one haunt that's also a movie theater.All in all, this is a surprisingly packed episode filled with the latest haunted attraction news that's fit to print.This Week's Episode Includes:1. Intro2. Work We Did for the Haunt (Hutch Weekly)3. Question of the Week4. Conference Reminders5. Missouri AG Investigating Fear Fest - https://www.komu.com/news/midmissourinews/state-attorney-general-opens-investigation-into-fear-fest-haunted-house/article_73275f76-de9c-11ef-b504-83dfdc3097db.html6. Hudson Haunted House Hurt By Deep Freeze - https://www.facebook.com/share/p/19xgxdgrwf/7. Valentine's Haunt Supports Local Food Bank - https://www.msn.com/en-us/entertainment/general/boos-bites-haunted-house-helps-fill-food-bank/ar-AA1z8w4t8. Haunt Hosts Murdery Mystery Event - https://www.facebook.com/share/p/1EQHszDgcH/9. The Slaughterhouse is a Haunted House, Tattoo Parlor and Movie Theater Combo - https://www.newschannel5.com/news/meet-the-couple-behind-a-haunted-house-tattoo-studio-retro-movie-theater10. Old Courthouse Catacombs Still Dealing with Radon - https://www.14news.com/2025/01/23/radon-still-old-courthouse-officials-provide-an-update/11. New Ghost Face Masks Are Coming - https://bloody-disgusting.com/the-further/3852518/new-ghost-face-masks-this-year-include-easter-bunny-and-voorhees-style-hockey-mask/12. How Much Can a Garage Truss Hold - https://www.familyhandyman.com/article/garage-storage-how-much-weight-can-trusses-take/?link_source=ta_first_comment&taid=67a3d189fbf55e0001cbfc5613. ConclusionsAll in all, this is one episode you do NOT want to miss!Get in Touch and Follow Us!Facebook: @HauntWeeklyTwitter: @HauntWeeklyYouTube: @HauntWeeklyEmail: info@hauntweekly.com

The guys return as they are at Revival Tattoo Parlor in Downtown Hammond to talk to shop owner Nec Pellot. He gets into what drew him to being a tattoo artist and how he eventually opened his own shop after 20 years in the game. He gets candid about the ups and downs of being a shop owner. We talk about some of the wild tattoo requests he's ever been asked and what it takes to become a tattoo artist for a career. Go check out Nec at Revival Tattoo Parlor on 57 Russell Street in Hammond, IN and check out some of his work on his Instagram @revivaltattooparlorEnjoy the pod!!

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Despite the rota's best attempts to distract the public from Prince Harry's great work, he's staying focused on what matters most.   Sources US Weekly | Prince Harry Visited a Tattoo Parlor in NYC: https://www.usmagazine.com/celebrity-news/news/prince-harry-spotted-secretly-visiting-a-tattoo-parlor-in-new-york/ Cosmopolitan | Camilla Encouraging King Charles NOT To See Prince Harry: https://www.cosmopolitan.com/entertainment/celebs/a62404532/queen-camilla-king-charles-prince-harry-england-visit/ People Magazine | Prince Harry Urged to Stay in UK By Boris Johnson: https://people.com/prince-harry-urged-stay-prime-minister-boris-johnson-8719396 InTouch | Kate Middleton Reacts to Video Backlash: https://www.intouchweekly.com/posts/kate-middleton-is-hurt-by-backlash-after-ending-chemo/

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S3 - EP: 10 (Recorded: November 16, 2023) The art of tattooing isn't just about ink, it's about stories and connections, contrary to the average eyes, tattoos aren't just pictures, they're living illustrations of life. Join the syndicate as he speaks to a Lebanese tattoo artist. Follow George: www.instagram.com/igua.art Checkout the Tattoo Parlor: www.instagram.com/pharoahshound_tattoos__ Follow Emmy: www.instagram.com/officialemmydrake/ www.twitter.com/EmaazDr Make sure you rate, share and leave a comment wherever you listen to the podcast telling me how much you enjoyed the episode! Better Ratings mean even more people find out about the podcast! Don't forget to use the hashtag #larkspodcast This episode is sponsored by Duowork, a software agency that helps businesses, startups and brands achieve success through customised software solutions. Their services include websites, web apps, mobile apps, e-conmmerce, UI/UX designs and other related software services. Check them out: https://duowork.tech

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Please join us today as we present part II our three-part series with Katie! If you have not listened to the first part, please see the link to the first episode below. In this episode we pick up with Katie as she is dealing with the troubles in her marriage and follow her as she discovers secrets kept from her. Please join us as we discontinue Katie's remarkable story as she finds herself figuring out her life with three children after a divorce, how she moves on, and the continued challenges she faces.Please be advised that this episode contains descriptions of sexual abuse and eating disorders and suicidal ideation — please take care while listening.If you or anyone you know has suffered from sexual abuse, please visit: https://www.rainn.org/resourcesIf you or anyone you know is dealing with an eating disorder, please visit: https://www.nationaleatingdisorders.org/help-support/contact-helplineIf you are feeling suicidal, please dial 988 or visit: https://988lifeline.org/talk-to-someone-now/Link to first (of III) episodes for Katie: https://www.sadtimespodcast.com/severe-childhood-trauma-part-i-of-iii-of-katie-as-she-discusses-abuse-she-suffered-as-a-child-ho/ Editorial note: Sad Times is committed to sharing various stories from generous guests. The hope is to allow any number of stories to be shared to help people feel less alone and, perhaps, more empathetic. It is important to clarify that the guests' stories, perspectives, and sentiments do not necessarily reflect the views and beliefs of Sad Times in any way. Please note that Sad Times is in no way a substitute for medical or professional mental health support. Sad Times Website: www.sadtimespodcast.comGet your very own “Sad Schwag”: https://www.teepublic.com/stores/hysteria51/albums/253388-sad-times-podcast?ref_id=9022Follow Sad Times on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/373292146649249Follow Sad Times on Instagram: @sadtimespodcast

When I first met Raven, a tattoo artist at West Coast Tattoo Parlor, I was immediately struck by her passion and dedication. I remember her telling me about how her clothing choices had a significant impact on her career and how she navigated a challenging customer interaction. The way she shared her story was inspiring, and it's a conversation you won't want to miss. Raven opens up about being a woman in the tattoo industry, the pivotal moments that led her to become a tattoo artist, and the mentors that supported her journey. Chi Chi's strength and resilience shine through her story, highlighting the power of art and the human spirit. Interestingly, these experiences have shaped her artistic expression and fueled her dreams for the future. The episode takes a dramatic turn as we recount Bryan's experiences at the Route 91 Music Festival in Las Vegas. The chilling account of the event, the adrenaline rush, and the ensuing emotional impact are all discussed in depth. We also have the pleasure of engaging with Frank and Val DiMaggio, the owners of West Coast Tattoo Parlor. Their stories reveal the warmth and camaraderie that is the backbone of their business. They share how the power of personal connections and meaningful conversations with their clients creates a unique atmosphere in their parlor. Throughout the episode, we touch on a variety of topics, including the trials and triumphs of the tattoo industry, the influence of life experiences on our choices, and the incredible resilience of humans when faced with adversity. Join us for this compelling journey into the world of tattooing. @smp.ink @stickypawsstudios @jpscomputers @elvismonroe Sponsors: https://www.instagram.com/smp.ink/ Podcast Socials: https://www.instagram.com/heroesjourneypodcast/ https://www.facebook.com/heroesjourneypodcast https://twitter.com/HeroesJourneyP https://www.tiktok.com/@heroesjourneypodcast https://www.instagram.com/elvismonroeofficial/

We're pulling back the curtain on the notorious Storm Area 51 event with Frank Demaggio, Valerie Demaggio, and Rob Diavolo—a chaotic spectacle born from a viral meme that corralled 3.6 million people towards a bizarre mission. Buckle up as we navigate the tumultuous journey of last-minute venue shifting to Las Vegas, tickle your funny bone with the humorous faux pas of misnaming an FBI agent live on air, and shed light on the unexpected legal brouhaha and the potential of a documentary series. From memes to lawsuits, join us as we stroll down memory lane, recounting the unforeseen hurdles, the struggle to co-promote with big-names like Bud Light, Blink 182, and Life is Beautiful, and how this massive event didn't quite turn into the goldmine that the organizers had hoped for. Our narrative takes a deeper turn as we share a riveting backstory about transitioning from a nightmarish group home existence to becoming a proud tattoo parlor owner, revealing some of society's darkest corners along the way. To wrap up, we take a deep dive into Frank Demaggio's journey—a tale of resilience and determination that'll inspire you. From his headstrong childhood to his mentorship during the Storm Area 51 event, Frank's life is a testament to the indomitable spirit of human willpower. This episode serves as a reminder of the power of community, the importance of hope, self-belief, and the incredible strength of the human spirit. So plug in your headphones, sit back, and prepare for an emotional rollercoaster ride. @smp.ink @stickypawsstudios @jpscomputers @elvismonroe Sponsors: https://www.instagram.com/smp.ink/ Podcast Socials: https://www.instagram.com/heroesjourneypodcast/ https://www.facebook.com/heroesjourneypodcast https://twitter.com/HeroesJourneyP https://www.tiktok.com/@heroesjourneypodcast https://www.instagram.com/elvismonroeofficial/

Strap in for a riveting journey as our guests Frankie DiMaggio and Valerie peel back the layers of the tattoo industry, from celebrity interactions to innovative technologies. This power duo met at a Buck Cherry show and today, they are the proud owners of West Coast Tattoo Parlor, which have left their mark across Las Vegas, Seattle, and Arizona. They bring a vibrant energy to their unique shop atmosphere, drawing clients including Johnny Depp and Van Damme, and have stories to share that you won't want to miss. Plus, they'll introduce us to a fascinating technology that clones voices, preserving the voices of those who have passed away. We take a deep dive into Rob Diavolo's personal journey of full body blackout tattoos - a decision that was influenced by his family's beliefs and a mentor's betrayal. Rob gives us an intimate glance at the intense process it involves and the personal meanings his tattoos hold. Valerie, who is also instrumental in the shop's management, shares her experiences of dealing with inappropriate customers.Finally, the episode wraps up with Frankie and Valerie's exciting collaborations with celebrities like Gene Simmons and DJ Ashba. From Rob's full body blackout tattoos to designing Flavor Flav's clock that made it to a Super Bowl commercial, their creative endeavors are a testament to their shared passion for the tattoo industry. Join us for this compelling conversation featuring Frankie DiMaggio, Valerie, and guest Rob, a talented tattoo artist from West Coast Tattoo Parlor. This episode is sure to leave an indelible impression! @smp.ink @stickypawsstudios @jpscomputers @elvismonroe Sponsors: https://www.instagram.com/smp.ink/ Podcast Socials: https://www.instagram.com/heroesjourneypodcast/ https://www.facebook.com/heroesjourneypodcast https://twitter.com/HeroesJourneyP https://www.tiktok.com/@heroesjourneypodcast https://www.instagram.com/elvismonroeofficial/

Kelly and Matt are joined by Doug from Transfer Station Gun Shop and Tattoo Parlor on his American Tour. They talk about guns, air guns, gun violence, gun laws, gun ignorance, and Taylor Swift. Website for Chicago violent crime: https://heyjackass.com Tag us on Instagram or don't, it's all bullcrap anyways As always, if you like (or don't like) what we're doing, let us know on your podcast app by leaving a review or reach out to us on Instagram. And, check out our website for the best subversive shirts, flip-flops, and coffee mugs your money can still buy at libertytreelifestyle.com Wanna support the show? Go to https://www.patreon.com/libertytree and become a member of the Liberty Tree Social Club Follow us and give us a review @Libertyupatree on twitter @Libertytreebrand on Instagram Watch the video on YouTube Order Kelly's Book The Great American Contractor  Look into a Cold Tub at Kelly Cowan Designs Love you guys Kelly and Matt

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Paki & Chris invite one of the Founders & Artists of REVOLT TATTOOS @revolttatoos, JOEY HAMILTON @joeyhamiltontattoo to join the CIRCLE for Episode 107.

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Jeff Mann is the founder and owner of the Vishnu Bunny tattoo and piercing shop in Sioux Falls, SD.   Learn about his passion for the art of tattoos and the serendipitous partnership he formed with a former "suit", Vishnu Bunny manager Brian GochalSupport the show

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Donnie is known for ending phone calls with friends by saying, “love you, man.” It had us thinking, can he get just about anyone to say it back? Well, we have been putting him to the test. Donnie calls a random business each week and tries to get a stranger to say, “love you, man.” Let's see if he can do it! Today, Donnie wants to know if someone can fix his tattoo. Another artist made an embarrassing error. Will the tattoo artist give Donnie a “love you man”?  Listen to this podcast to find out what happens!

Tattoo parlor Messe up Paul calls foul --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/lgmediaentertainment/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/lgmediaentertainment/support

Brandon delights us with some of his tattoo shop adventures. The most important lesson we've learned today? Spellcheck is your friend!

This November we're sharing Do Good Stories with people who are doing good that we are thankful for! This week we talked to Micah Harold, tattoo artist & owner of Red Handed Tattoo Parlor in Shreveport. We talked to Micah because his shop was voted "The Nicest Place in Louisiana" by Readers Digest after helping to collect over $10,000 worth of supplies during the pandemic. But not long after that, Michah's shop was robbed by a 19 year old who ended up hospitalized, and Micah decided not only to forgive the robber, but made an effort to get to know his family and advocate on his behalf in court. You've got to hear the whole story, and stay tuned at the end for a surprise that may or may not involve one of the hosts getting a tattoo on the podcast.   Read more about Micah here: https://www.rd.com/article/shreveport-louisiana-nicest-2020/   https://www.rd.com/nicestplaces/the-nicest-place-in-louisiana-red-handed-tattoo-in-shreveport/    If you have feedback for the show, have a guest suggestion, or just want to talk to Scott, e-mail Scott@thesimplechurch.tv and follow us on Instagram @thesimplechurchpodcast .   You can also find out more about the Simple Church at www.theSimpleChurch.tv .

The Best Chocolate Cake in the World... Big Bear week, Bond Gun-barrel buffoons, Preppy boy in Tattoo parlor.

Other Podcast's You Will Love:*Jules & JoYoutube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC8dJ1_uD5X9HNhM5cqbW9jgSpotify:  https://open.spotify.com/show/5bUzn8arfTumoFE7QswakM?si=GkkeqXRmRHi6TMQh3_Wgkg&dl_branch=1Apple Podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-jules-and-jo-podcast/id1571528021Special Thank You to our Sponsors:*Heritage Clothing  Affiliate Link: http://www.heritageclothing.org/discount/Carson15  Discount Code: Carson15 for 15% off!If you have any suggestions about topics, have questions for us, or would like to sponsor the podcast, shoot us an email.Email: thegettingoldpodcast@gmail.comDon't forget to follow us on Social MediaInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/thegettingoldpodcast/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/thegettingoldpodcast   God Bless, Carson & Daniel

We got Queens, NY in the building for this special episode! Definitely going to be a fan favorite. On this week's episode: INTRO: 50 Cent, "Back Down" / The LOX, "Money, Power, Respect" 05:05 - Happy Birthday Brotha D 09:04 - We ask our guest the differences between the east coast and west coast 14:18 - The LOX vs. Dipset in last week's Verzuz battle 23:14 - Jennifer Hudson wants a battle with Fantasia 29:43 - What was your AIM username? 32:24 - What was Mike doing at a tattoo parlor? 35:36 - Our favorite parts of being boyfriends vs being single 44:18 - INTERMISSION: Aaliyah, "Hot Like Fire" 49:46 - "How Many Drinks" lyric breakdown 01:09:19 - Let's discuss why women get mad if a man sleeps away from her 01:30:33 - Support Black-Owned Businesses: @dw_carwashing, @wettreatmentcardetail, @wingmanredlands, @the.realtalktherapy and @journeywithjopublishing OUTRO: The LOX, "We Gon Make It" Special Guest: (IG/ @tanay.elyse) For additional content from the podcast, like deleted scenes, the video version of each new episode, and more, subscribe to our Patreon at www.patreon.com/ifiletyoutellit Any and all subscriptions would be helping fund the podcast to make it bigger and better quality! If you can't support through Patreon, we appreciate you for still listening! See you next Monday for the ONE-YEAR ANNIVERSARY of the podcast!

We find ourselves in a sticky situation! How does one know when to hold 'em, and know when to fold 'em? So we pour one out for Kenny Rogers, grab a PB&J, and ask guest judge Katie to make the best of a bad hand and pick a winner. Will it be the pride of Georgia-sourced sandwich spreads, or a playful box of paper? Our games this episode: Tattoo Parlor, Hook Up the Trailer, and Hey, That's My Friend! Plus, gluttons for punishment will enjoy our usual jar o' chunky-style outtakes.

Lights! Camera! Inaction! We've got dramatic montages going up against an incredibly slow and hairy YouTube sensation in a wrastlin' match for the ages! It's movie trailers facing off against sloths, and guest judge/renaissance man Chapin picks a winner. This episode's games: Life Without It, On the Stand, and a new contest, Tattoo Parlor. Following the show, we've got an extra large helping of outtakes, highlighted by Jon going through some completely natural "changes."

First we chat it up with the Instagram audience, then Shon Lindauer shows up to talk High Sea's Tattoo Parlor being wide-open for service, Sundays on the porch with Spike and Jay Leno and a great story about Mike Tyson's Countach

For this episode we have Michael Evangelista. He is a New York based illustrator and tattoo artist from The Bronx, and a graduate from the Fashion Institute of Technology. He has apprenticed at a tattoo studio in Brooklyn while he pursued his BFA in Illustration at the same time. His illustrations and paintings are heavily influenced by traditional tattooing. He is still early in his tattooing career and he's figuring things out. Currently he is tattooing at Memorial Brooklyn and Abuela's Tattoo Parlor. follow him on instagram: http://www.instagram.com/michael_evangelista_ website: https://www.evangelista.nyc Albert Collado Art www.albertcolladoart.com Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/albertcolla...​ --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/albert-collado/support

The three year anniversary of hacking a guys snapchat and instagram has arrived!! They spill all the tea about what guys send to their guys friends which may or may not include dick videos and explosive diarrhea snapchats. The rest of the podcast comes with stories about creepy guys, getting away with shit they weren't supposed to of been doing and gaby finally tells the story she has been dying to say!! SHE FUCKED A GUY IN THE BACK OF A TATTOO PARLOR and was not aware tattoo parlors do indeed have cameras. Listen to the episode and you will never think about having sex with your manager ever again!!! ENJOY!! --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/shitoutofluck/support

Are you ready to meet your new favorite person? We're convinced you'll love this week's guest as much as we do. The Mavens interview Josh Jaehnig (Yay-Nee), a Proud Yooper, tattooist, ancestry enthusiast, and endlessly likable human. Josh is, essentially, all of us. While listening to his story, you'll find yourself nodding in agreement more often than not. Straight to the point and not afraid to tell the whole truth, Josh's interview is so validating, the pod team feels like a bit of our own imposter syndrome has been quelled. Don't let your brain get in the way of your own accomplishments. Fascinated by genealogy and local Michigan history from a young age, his goal is to eventually create a detailed family narrative. Among other topics, this week's discussion covers the importance of following your gut, the spiritual connection we have to thrifty finds, and adopting orphaned photographs. Added bonus: Josh may have a family tie to the Bolshevik Uprising. The Upper Peninsula just landed itself on the destination list for the Mothball Prophecies Post-Covid Road Trip! Intro and Outro Music : Down the Rabbit Hole by myuu Source: https://soundcloud.com/myuu/down-the-rabbit-hole License: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/ Get music free for a link from https://starfrosch.com Edited by: Grae Copyediting by: Spellcheck

On this episode we talk about how we met, their background, the origins of Wyze Guyz Tattoo and their travels around the world. Omar tells us about how he started tattooing. Alecs tells us about his #funkyoursunday series on Instagram. We also discuss music, answer Facebook questions and much more.

ABOUT: Dizzy is a seventy-year-old woman hell-bent on getting her tattoo removed. She and her friends end up in a Tattoo Parlor where she meets the much younger Char, a non-binary tattoo artist. Dizzy and Char spend some time in verbal sparring but end up finding common ground as they recognize the pain that formed each other's SCARS.WRITER: Pamela KingsleyPamela Kingsley is an actress and director with more than 200 productions to her credit. A playwright, Pamela's work has been selected by theatres in cities across the U.S. including Buffalo, Cleveland, Indianapolis, Kansas City, New Haven, N. ... She is a member of The Dramatists Guild.DIRECTOR: Jan SwankJan Swank has produced and directed over 300 theatre productions and appeared in over 100 in his professional career. He was Managing Artistic Director of three different theatres over 35 years. His production of The Diviners won four awards, including Best Producer (Director) and the Audience Award at the International Festival in Dundalk, Ireland. He attended Indiana-Purdue Ft. Wayne, Southern Oregon University, and the University of South Dakota. He holds a BFA in Classical Theatre, an MA in Theatre, and an MFA in Theatre Directing. He is a South Dakota Arts Fellow, a member of Actors' Equity Association, and a decorated veteran of the U.S. Army. He and his wife Jill live in Rapid City, South Dakota.ACTORS:Noelle Evangelisti - As Lindy Noelle received her MFA in Acting from the California Institute of the Arts. She was cast in the following major motion pictures: Terminator Two, LA Confidential, and Pacific Heights. Noelle has performed in numerous theaters in Los Angeles and one of her favorite and most memorable roles as Liz in The Philadelphia Story. She loves working on commercials and voice-overs and had a great time doing a radio play pre-Covid with the Screen Actors Guild. Enjoy and stay safe and healthy everyone!Joanne McGee - As BabsJoanne McGee has been a professional actor since 1977 and has work in Union and Non-Union theaters around the country includingThe Florida Rep., Utah Shakespeare Festival, Nevada Shakespeare in the Park, Detroit Rep., and Sonora Rep. To name a few. She’s been seen in Jag, General Hospital, America’s Most Wanted, West Wing, and others. She finally had a dream come true and performed at the Mark Taper Forum as, Sladjana, in the world premiere of, Archduke, with Center Theater Group. She has done voice-over and commercials but this is her very first PodCast. Bonnie Bailey-Reed - As DizzyBONNIE BAILEY-REED Bonnie’s career began in NYC with touring with two Musical Theatre First National Tours. In L.A., she has appeared in award-winning roles including Mags in the World Premiere of THE SUPER VARIETY MATCH BONUS ROUND at The Rogue Machine Theatre, Mrs. Brummett in the World Premiere of Arlene Hutton's GULF VIEW DRIVE (LA Weekly Award, Supporting Actress). Sue Gisser - As CharSue trained at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art in London, Steppenwolf West, the Groundlings, iOWest, Second City, Antaeus Academy, Theatricum Botanicum, and holds a BFA from Mason Gross School of the Arts at Rutgers. In her professional career, Sue is blessed to seldom work with a director, show, or theatre company only once. SOUND PRODUCTIONRecorded at Clear Lake Studios in North Hollywood and mixed at Avant Sound Recorded and Mixed by Hall CantrellSound Editor: Hall CantrellSound Effects: Ryan MarshSupport the show (https://fundraising.fracturedatlas.org/open-door-playhouse)

This week Jake discusses his tattoos and what he wants out of a tattoo artist. Why has Jake been disappointed and heartbroken time after time? Is Jake the one to blame for his bad relationships? All that and more in Episode 79!

Andy reviews college football, high school soccer and pro sports. Dan and Andy discuss the upcoming MLB Playoffs. Dan reviews three Minnesota High School athletes that are currently at the "Next Level". They are Tre Jones (basketball), Maddy Dean (basketball) and Logan Shore (baseball). Andy reviews "This Day in Sports History" and Birthdays. Andy reviews "This Day in Music History" and Birthdays. The discussion involves the 1983 MTV "event" where KISS members were unmasked for the first time. Andy talks AEW Pro Wrestling at the Tattoo Parlor with former Pro Wrestler Jason Ink. Dan reviews the 1982 album "Thriller" by Michael Jackson. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/sportsandsongs/message

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Tricia attends the vigil for Elijah McClain. Caitlin and Tricia talk about getting their nails done, while Tricia also visited a Salon and a Tattoo Parlor. We are also still on the search for that elusive Bennigans goodness. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

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Paula Diamond is a wonderful artist and owner of a Tattoo Parlor in Hurst, Tx. She shares her story of coming to be independent and providing opportunities for others. Follow Paula on Instagram -- @DiamondInk13 Follow me on Twitter -- @WACIdeaPodcast --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/whatacuriousidea/message

From a tattoo apprenticeship under Johnny Johno on "Dirty Sixth Street" in Austin to a shop all her own in Beaumont, Cara Edgar (now Ray) is another one of many badass tattoo artists to sit and rap with us. Shops are open y'all!

From a tattoo apprenticeship under Johnny Johno on "Dirty Sixth Street" in Austin to a shop all her own in Beaumont, Cara Edgar (now Ray) is another one of many badass tattoo artists to sit and rap with us. Shops are open y'all!

As part of Governor Abbott's phased reopening plan, tattoo parlors must remain closed for now.  But one establishment in Hurst is taking a page from Shelley Luther's book and opening early. Jail is off the table as punishment, so what can authorities do about it? Are we about to see Shelley Luther 2.0?  The Chris Krok Show is on NewsTalk 820 WBAP...(Photo Courtesy of WFAA) Support the show.

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A Hurst tattoo parlor follows the lead of Shelley Luther and opens ahead of schedule in defiance of Governor Abbott's executive orders. The City of Hurst didn't want a Shelley 2.0, so they sent the parlor a "friendship letter", asking them politely to please remain closed! What should happen if the parlor remains open? AJ, the manager of the parlor, calls in and discusses whether businesses should remain closed due to safety, or open so their employees can make a living.The Chris Krok Show is on NewsTalk 820 WBAP...(Photo Courtesy of WFAA) Support the show.

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On this episode of New Highs n Lows Podcast we are joined by Austin Rojas aka DJ Sk00t. Please follow along as we discuss Ink, art becoming a barber, djing and everything dubstep. 

Kelly is workshopping his stand-up routine and Danny advises us on how to determine our hourly rate. I have to do some blog repairs and rant about billionaires. Watch out!

WBZ NewsRadio's James Rojas reports on Boston Barber & Tattoo Co's flash-tattoo event on Australia Day, January 26, 2020. The company is donating 100% of profits to Australian wildfire relief efforts.

Mom guilt often starts at pregnancy. Get to know freelance writers Jordi and Juliet and their mixed feelings on becoming moms. Plus, find out the weird thing that Jordi Googled this week.

Power packed multi artistic genre episode! Our interview of the week is with Tattoo Parlor owner Tanya Wilson. Owner of Skin Deep tattoos in the heart of the Danforth! Also steps away from last summer's brazen mass shooting. A must listen interview! Also 100 Watts steps in to turn up our Smoke & Mirror segment! Intro songs Smiley ft. Ryda- Damn https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NdCD1olkWe4 Young Merc- Different Bag https://youtu.be/lPky3vQQ6i8 New Releases J-Soul- Birthday Block Boi Twitch- Live From The Trap Smiley ft. Ryda- Damn Don Flow x Hug-O- Lavar Flash Milla x Bucks- MUD 2kz- Snorkelling KG x Freeze x 100 Watts- Truth Roro - Shh Young Merc- Different Bag Fleedoe-On Me LocoCity -Palm Trees RTO (Real Toronto Only) 365 Official Music Bubu The Prince X Nems- “Rilla Music” Trix x Lil Bucky x Tony Bands- Down Greezy- New House Valintino - Income News/Smoke & Mirrors ( All Available on www.WeLoveHipHop.ca) - RIP Bushwick Bill Pancreatic Cancer - Big up rapper Tobi (Brampton) Toronto artist on Sway In the Morning - Lil Tecca Blowing up - Chad Focus (Baltimore Rapper) Use 4 Mill of company CC on Promo. Facing 20 years - Lil Xan pulls out the machine - People being killed or poison in the Dominican Republic while on vacation on resorts - Dancehall artist killed in Canada - Shot while defending daughter from two men For Graphic Design Services Please email us @ welovehiphoptoronto@gmail.com Smoke Break Music: Tobi - City Blues https://open.spotify.com/track/4s2vymq62HL4U39Obx9djs?si=PXub0khURtWPYFfiz2FtMQ Road Tune: 100 Watts ft. Casper TNG - Really Tho https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qg6Vf2hoK5Y Skin Deep Tattoos: https://www.instagram.com/skindeeptattoos416/ 100 Watts: https://www.instagram.com/100wattsmusic/ Blamo; https://www.instagram.com/_instablam/ We Love Hip Hop: www.instagram.com/welovehipho... Friday: www.instagram.com/fridayricky... PK Herc: www.instagram.com/ssc_heyherc... Spoiled Smokers: www.instagram.com/spoiledsmok... Yung Gucci Official: www.instagram.com/yunggucciofficial/?hl=en Research Team: Savy: www.instagram.com/ssavey/

Power packed multi artistic genre episode! Our interview of the week is with Tattoo Parlor owner Tanya Wilson. Owner of Skin Deep tattoos in the heart of the Danforth! Also steps away from last summer's brazen mass shooting. A must listen interview! Also 100 Watts steps in to turn up our Smoke & Mirror segment! Intro songs Smiley ft. Ryda- Damn https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NdCD1olkWe4 Young Merc- Different Bag https://youtu.be/lPky3vQQ6i8 New Releases J-Soul- Birthday Block Boi Twitch- Live From The Trap Smiley ft. Ryda- Damn Don Flow x Hug-O- Lavar Flash Milla x Bucks- MUD 2kz- Snorkelling KG x Freeze x 100 Watts- Truth Roro - Shh Young Merc- Different Bag Fleedoe-On Me LocoCity -Palm Trees RTO (Real Toronto Only) 365 Official Music Bubu The Prince X Nems- “Rilla Music” Trix x Lil Bucky x Tony Bands- Down Greezy- New House Valintino - Income News/Smoke & Mirrors ( All Available on www.WeLoveHipHop.ca) - RIP Bushwick Bill Pancreatic Cancer - Big up rapper Tobi (Brampton) Toronto artist on Sway In the Morning - Lil Tecca Blowing up - Chad Focus (Baltimore Rapper) Use 4 Mill of company CC on Promo. Facing 20 years - Lil Xan pulls out the machine - People being killed or poison in the Dominican Republic while on vacation on resorts - Dancehall artist killed in Canada - Shot while defending daughter from two men For Graphic Design Services Please email us @ welovehiphoptoronto@gmail.com Smoke Break Music: Tobi - City Blues https://open.spotify.com/track/4s2vymq62HL4U39Obx9djs?si=PXub0khURtWPYFfiz2FtMQ Road Tune: 100 Watts ft. Casper TNG - Really Tho https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qg6Vf2hoK5Y Skin Deep Tattoos: https://www.instagram.com/skindeeptattoos416/ 100 Watts: https://www.instagram.com/100wattsmusic/ Blamo; https://www.instagram.com/_instablam/ We Love Hip Hop: www.instagram.com/welovehipho... Friday: www.instagram.com/fridayricky... PK Herc: www.instagram.com/ssc_heyherc... Spoiled Smokers: www.instagram.com/spoiledsmok... Yung Gucci Official: www.instagram.com/yunggucciofficial/?hl=en Research Team: Savy: www.instagram.com/ssavey/

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Dustin and Kallie sit down with Tattoo Artist, Graffiti Artist, Community Activist and Inspiration Kyle McIntosh. While that is an incredibly long introduction, Kyle truly lives up to everything I have said. Check him out on Facebook or stop in and see him at Beauty from Ashes Tattoo Parlor in Crothersville, IN.

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Jacob is a tattoo-artist, but he also owns Black Cadillac Tattoo Parlor located right here in Beaumont, TX. We talk about his tattooing pet-peeves as well as get into how he managed to go from just being an artist to owning his own shop. Check out their work on instagram @blackcadillactattooparlor Music by Silas Feemster: https://silasfeemster.bandcamp.com/

Jacob is a tattoo-artist, but he also owns Black Cadillac Tattoo Parlor located right here in Beaumont, TX. We talk about his tattooing pet-peeves as well as get into how he managed to go from just being an artist to owning his own shop. Check out their work on instagram @blackcadillactattooparlor Music by Silas Feemster: https://silasfeemster.bandcamp.com/

A huge male entity who targets women is terrorizing Liberty Tattoo Parlor in Antioch, IL and the owners don’t miss a beat in getting to the bottom of it. Listen for this terrifying tale and if you have your own experience you would like to share, email it to us at letterstocamp@gmail.com

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Nick has been waiting his whole life to get a tattoo, and this week he finally pulls the trigger. Having just turned 34, Nick is fully grown and ripe for tattooing. Join Nick and Muriel as they prepare for this momentous occasion by waking up late for their appointment, engaging in some light arguing, shaving a patch in Nicks back hair and housing breakfast burritos in the car on the way to The Little Annie Motel Tattoo Parlor.

A huge male entity who targets women is terrorizing Liberty Tattoo Parlor in Antioch, IL and the owners don’t miss a beat in getting to the bottom of it. Listen for this terrifying tale and if you have your own experience you would like to share, email it to us at letterstocamp@gmail.com

A huge male entity who targets women is terrorizing Liberty Tattoo Parlor in Antioch, IL and the owners don't miss a beat in getting to the bottom of it. Listen for this terrifying tale and if you have your own experience you would like to share, email it to us at letterstocamp@gmail.com

In Episode 53 of the McTaggart Attack Podcast, comedian Kevin McTaggart tells the story about the time Mario Batali got mad at him on Twitter. Kevin also gets mad about how you should not act in a Tattoo Parlor   #McTaggartAttack

Our heroes confirm the location of Bish’s Tattoo Parlor and Hans makes quite a distraction.

Calling in from a tattoo parlor, this week’s caller is getting inked up to commemorate a grim experience. Some wild tattoo stories are told as the phone gets passed around. Secret family drama gets dissected: an estranged brother, internet stalking, rumors of the mafia. This episode is brought to you by Redbox (www.redbox.com/games code: STORIES4), Squarespace (www.squarespace.com code: CG), Stamps.com (www.stamps.com code: BEAUTIFUL), and HBO’s Insecure.

El Paso tattoo artist, Amanda E. Macias joins me to talk about her background, drawing aliens, her influences and the first time she applied to work at a parlor and was rejected. Amanda shares some stories regarding some of the obstacles she has faced as a female artist, advice for young female tattoo artists and customer “dos and don’ts”. She also tells us about the time she misspelled “maybe” on a customer’s tattoo.

Jake is the owner of West Coast tattoo parlor here in my hometown of Las Vegas. As a genuine, laid back, down to earth guy he had that entrepreneur fire in his belly that pushed him to further his passion for art, drawing, and tattoos to open up his own shop.