I got my first prison tattoo with a needle made out of a lighter shaft and a staple

My mom got highjacked by a paramilitary gang called the Aryan Brotherhood. She was on meth and running around stealing checks and credit cards and hacking phone numbers and computer systems. She forged checks and stole people’s identities and got caught. She was a world class thief and was put away for 4 years. <br><br>During the time she was away, she became a neo-Nazi. She loved the Aryan nation and got intimate with a member named Regina. They were an item and were also best friends. Regina was serving life without parole for a double murder. She shot her dad with a crossbow and set her stepmother on fire. Regina was cold as ice and loved my mother very deeply. My mother became part of the AB and was invited to join because she was white and had a significant amount of street time. They also were drawn in by her street skills and the fact that she was able to get away with so much. <br><br>My mother was granted parole and they let her out a year early. She moved back home to my grandparents house and found her old connections waiting around every corner. They were excited to see her as the AB is a greedy gang and they wanted to exploit her again because they knew she was a money maker. <br><br>Regina sent word for my mom to come see her if she wanted to stay out of prison for long. My mom got a ride from her old dealer and went to the prison to visit Regina in the yard. They sat down in the shade and hugged. My mom felt a little uneasy but was happy to see her old lover again. <br><br>Regina instructed her to go back to her old connections and tell them she was there to work for them. They would give her drugs and she would sell them and make money and give the money back to the connections. Regina instructed her to give some of the money to the AB. She did as instructed and the connections loved having her back. <br><br>While she was out running around, Regina instructed the AB to have an old tattoo artist do a tattoo for her. The tattoo artist had been a member of the AB for years. He was a lifer and was an old man. He also happened to be a tattoo legend. He did tattoos for the AB as work for time and each tattoo was a work of art. <br><br>The tattoo artist got the message from Regina to do the tattoo and he agreed. He was given some ink and a makeshift tattoo gun. He loved my mother so he wanted to do something beautiful for her. He burned out the metal part of a lighter and melted it and then hammered it and sharpened it into a needle. He used the metal part of a staple as the ink reservoir. <br><br>He mixed the ink with some water and made the tattoo machine with the lighter shaft needle and the staple ink reservoir. He did a tattoo on my mom of a swastika on her left shoulder with an SS bolt in the middle. She was instructed never to cover it up. <br><br>Regina later had a swastika tattooed on her left cheek and the words WHITE PRIDE goin across her forehead. My mom loved the tattoo and never covered it up. It was her way of saying fuck you to the system and to the world. She wore it proudly and never looked back.