Once there was a man named Pasquale, the greatest tattoo artist in the land. People would come from near and far to be inked by the master.
But things change. People… tastes… styles… everything except old Pasquale.
Whispers began. The master, finished. His creations: dull, outdated.
Business suffered.
One day, Pasquale left early, leaving his untouched lunchbox behind. The next morning, the lunch had vanished, replaced by three new designs. And to the master’s surprise the tattoos were a hit.
Now every evening – an exchange. One full lunchbox for three new designs.
And once again for Pasquale, life was good.
The Weekday One Hundred 