Don't you hate it when you go out of your way for someone else and the favor isn't returned?

In my case, it's my ink. I went out of my way to get work done in Vegas cause I though the artist was a cool guy and did great work. My last session was a year ago in February. It isn't because I couldn't afford the work, just the last session left a bad taste in my mouth.

Now I can understand that there was drama and when you run a business you have to multi-task. But I had flown from Colorado to fucking Vegas to get work done and what I got amounted to about a full hour of work even though I sat there for over 3 hours. The starting and stopping and then being pissed off on MY ARM sucked ass. Not only was I all bruised to hell, I really didn't feel like my business meant anything.

So now I have a sleeve that is only about 1/3 of the way done and looking for a new artist. May have found one but now that I'm ready for a few more sessions I have to wait until these trips are done and repairs on the house have been done.

I don't know why I'm suddenly rehashing these feelings of disappointment. Perhaps the itch for ink is starting up again and knowing I have to start all over again is frustrating.