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You step into a shack that appears to be fitted out as a tattoo parlor. The walls are covered with samples and flash, many of them hobo-oriented. A large bearded man in a leather vest, his arms and chest covered with tattoos, looks up as you enter.
"Hey there," he grunts, then looks at you more closely. "Say, nice tattoo."
"Thanks," you say. "I got it in Seaside Town."
"The Pretentious Artist, huh? Yeah, thought I recognized the style. Interest you in another one?"
"Well," you say, looking around at the rough plywood walls and dirt floor, "no offense, but is your setup here really... sanitary?"
"Oh sure, I use a brand-new needle every time." He shows you a pack of dime-store sewing needles, and takes one out. "Have a seat," he says, breaking open a ballpoint pen and dipping the needle in the ink.
|Get a tattoo for 20 hobo nickels|
You decide you don't need any questionable hobo-related art on your body, and get directions out of the marketplace instead.