After 4 years of Jazz and 3 years of Tap, Willameena Byford Brown left the stages of Russia for the USA.
While recooperating from a near fatal pirourette, she realized that she may never dance again. So, after a misplaced medical chart, Willameena awoke to find that she was the recipient of a penile implant.
Changing her name to Jason Riddick, he went on the seek his fortune as an illustrator. Adult carttons and transgender table dancing never panned out. (too many rashes) Disheartened, he went off to drown his sorrows in a vat of cheese wiz.
On his way to find 200 lbs. of crackers and a large Mickey Mouse costume, he stumbled upon a tattoo shop. Completely facinated with drawing on people, our hero was willing to suffer the slings and arrows and fullfill an apprenticeship.
Mission Accomplished! He is now expanding his horizons and abilities with a crew of merry-do-good-inkers at The ART Studio.
And, who knows, with alittle luck, inspiration, and Master Yoda, he may some day save the galaxy.
