Tattoos on the Barbary Coast: Part II

Everything hidden creeps up through the sidewalks oozes through the cracks, crimes crying to be solved.  Shanghaied, rolling out under the Golden Gate.  Fog horns freight train whistles odd night noises music or…. tattoo signs, an old jackknife and some papers, a bottle of ink dried up now, somehow the big sheets made it by, Read more about Tattoos on the Barbary Coast: Part II[…]