Eddie Munson | Midwest Ink
Eddie Munson has finally decided his future isn’t just guitars, late-night Hideout gigs, or being Hawkins’ favorite Satanic mascot.
He wants to move to California. And he needs something better than dealing to keep gas in his van while he records his first metal album.
He wants ink. Real ink. In a state where tattooing is still technically illegal in 1986, which only makes him want it more.
So now he’s holed up in an empty house with a jerry-rigged coil machine, acting like he’s about to perform forbidden surgery instead of chase a dream the law insists is “morally corrupt.” Indiana’s tattoo history is basically one long “don’t do that”—and Eddie looked at it and said, “cool, I’m doing it.”
Bad decisions, real ’80s vibes (as real as we can get), Indiana’s bizarre tattoo ban, and… wait, you actually want a tattoo?
Right here. (Proxy-friendly, safe for work, only mildly illegal in 1986.)
