Just about after I turned 18, I and two friends I did band stuff with drove up to Salem, New Hampshire–right over the border from Boston. I’m pretty sure we were a walk-in. I did absolutely zero diligence that should be done when getting a tattoo, so I knew nothing about the guy who did my first, very horrible tattoo (on my inner upper arm going into my armpit–an excruciating area. His work was not good, but he said yes to sitting for a portrait. Even though I was wide open and the film was pretty fast (for 4×5), I think this was at least a 30-second exposure. The mixed lighting was absolutely horrible when I was first printing this. Color film and paper were expensive in the 90s. My curriculum at MassArt dictated that I must use a view camera for the semester, and I enjoyed shooting with it. 

Here is his portrait. He barely moved except for breathing.