I started getting tattooed in the late 82, with a thread wrapped needle & some India ink.
Sad reminders of my lapse in judgment …yeah, of course there was alcohol involved...
what a bad combo & by bad, i mean, stupid. oh, we were so punk. heh.
Those ‘lil tattoos on my ankles were later covered up in one of the 3 shops (yeah, count them, three)
by a pro with an actual tattoo gun & a wicked sense  of humor, one of the grandpas / forerunners, 
MIKE MALONE / ROLLO BANKS. (rip)
One of few  visibly tattooed ladies here in Austin at the time but condos weren’t  the norm either!
…ankles, forearms, clavicles & straight across shoulders. Later in San Francisco, MATT ROBESON would tattoo the inside of my hips