December 30, 2006 by dkaye
Thirty years ago, Gary walked into Capt. Jack’s and got inked. Seven years ago, I walked into Capt. Jack’s and got inked. Recently, Gar, Nick and myself walked into Capt. Jack’s and walked out eight hours later, each with fresh ink. It was a family affair. Nick’s girlfriend came along as well to provide additional support to the young lad, as he was getting his first tattoo.
Capt. Jack’s is and has been located in northern NJ for the past 39 years. The original owner, the Captain, passed away many moons ago, but the artistry lives on through John Bradley, proprietor. Nick dubbed John the “Doctor of Ink.” Very appropriate as, not only are you going to get an original piece of body art, you’ll also get a lesson in philosophy and in music appreciation.
As Nick was feeling slightly cowardish, I went first. I knew what I had wanted, and had spent a great deal of time looking for a small, simple dragonfly. I found the flash online, and brought it along. Good thing. Despite the thousands of designs John had, this one he didn’t. John took the design, and redrew it, modifying it slightly. The amount of time it took him to redraw and prep my arm was longer than the time to actually do the tattoo itself - which was under three minutes. Not gonna lie - it hurt - the tattoo’s on the inner forearm by the crook of the elbow.
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