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A few weeks ago, in Winston-Salem, NC, I found myself standing in a VFW hall, side by side with Paul King, flipping through stacks of business cards from tattooers from days gone by. There was a time, back in the mid 2000s, when I had thousands of them myself, all categorized in little binders that regrettably were lost in a move. 

Sort of an archivists version of the "my mom threw away my Star Wars toys!" trope. 

It's probably better for me to forget that that happened.

Here's Lyle's business card from the 1990s, featuring Krystine the Kolorful.