My husband seemed to me like a deer caught in headlights, unable to move or to speak. I could feel the electricity of anticipation and fear flooding from his body as he stood there. After two intense hours, Trevor, happy with the lines, was now preparing to begin tattooing.

JULY 13, 2001

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