If you would have told me two years ago I'd be doing tattoos for Jesus, I would have laughed at you, but the fact of the matter is, that's exactly what I do every day, and I love it. I got laid off from my full-time job at a technology business about five years ago and was doing tattooing part-time to make money. When my family moved to Chicago from L. A., one day I went out to the woods to spend some quality time with God, and a very clear message I got was, "What do you enjoy doing more than anything else?" and then, "Would you do it for free?"
Besides hanging out with my wife and kids, I realized I loved tattooing, but I thought there was no way it was God's work. Most people were cool with my tattoos at church, but others would say things like, "Tattoos aren't biblical." As I went back and forth praying to God, I started having little clips of my life replay in front of me. I grew up in L. A., and it's no fun out there. I saw far too many friends die, and far too many of my friends were put in prison. It's just depressing. As I remembered the gang funerals I'd been to, and several of my friends who had told me, "Man, I'm out of a job because I've got these gang tattoos . . . I just can't seem to move past this life," those memories made me realize—this is it.