Tattoo by Tyson Ward who is, in no way, associated with the likes of Bobby Fisher.


I was finally released from the sanitarium in which I was unjustly imprisoned by the evil, red-headed queen of the enchanted fortress. Riding bareback upon the feminine mane of a sturdy mare, I breezed, hand-in-hand with a Golem of my own creation, through the "ever-murky streets of the urbanized area" and landed, with a resounding thud, on your desktop or, better yet, lap...top.

I was freed by the utterance of these magic words by the Zoning Board of a city in Vancouver: "Tattoo parlors, like sex stores and pawn shops, are undesirable businesses."

Coquitlam, the name of the town (not an erectile dysfunction medicine) has deemed all the problems of its community to be directly tied to porn, pawning and ... and ye ol' tattooers.

Not very smug are you now, Ms. Tattoo Coutureness Kakoulas? You still can't break away from the stereotypes, those that still hang on us graff writers.

So work with us, oh tattooed brethren and sistren. Let us unite against the common enemies of good taste, street art, and public drunkenness. Bobby Fisher would formally like to extend this olive branch on behalf of the graffiti community, as represented by BOMBIN' Magazine, to the tattooed, as represented by Needles and Sins. Give peace a chance.