Semi n’ pumpjack tattoo bartop brainstorm, ballpoint-pen on Buffalo Wild Wings napkin.

“You’re an artist” Clint said pointing to me, “and you’re a tattooist” saying to James. “Sketch a semi in silhouette like this...” as he outlined a big-rig profile, “and I’ll have James ink it on my thigh.” “Alright” I said sipping a lemon seltzer with too much rocks. “Maybe throw in an oil-well...” he said. I humored him given his decade long on-n-off relationship with The Bakken before trekkin’ a stone’s throw from home in Pocatello...