In 1999 the current piercers at CowPok were loosing a long time employee named Keith and thought the transition would be easiest if they found another piercer with the same name. Although I had more piercings and wasn't as skinny as a bean they knew I was their man. A year later I sold my collection of ecko shorts and bought CowPok. I am proud to say I've spent the last decade dressing way better than my employees, even without the Ecko shorts (oh how I miss those). In 2006 I started writing a romance novel, it should be published soon. Have you seen Macy's Ecko section lately? It's getting huge. I love big trucks, white sneakers, clean corners and grilled chicken. Does anyone have a Macy's coupon?

In 1998 I took the position of CowPok shop mom and have been taking care of the crew ever since. In 2007 I traded my favorite polish chicken to become a member of the Association of Professional Piercers, making me the only member this side of the Cayuga Creek. In 2010 I became the first woman to walk the Appalachian Trail backwards and when I returned I took up playing the fiddle, raising my own food, exercising until I walk like a duck and gave up using envelopes you have to lick. Someday I would like to remove the word gauge from the English language.

Back in 2009 I followed a stray cat into CowPok and was asked to work the next day. A year later Keith told me I could start piercing if I came in not covered in cat hair for one whole week so I slept in my car so the cat could have the bed and it worked. When not at work I can be found scouring dollar stores for glow sticks and bandanas... you should see my collection. By 2013 I plan on trading in all my hemp for rose gold.

I started as the CowPok counter ninja in February of 2011 and my life has not been the same since day one. Did you know the fridge in our office has the best juice boxes? Sometimes I pretend to pass out just so I can have another one. I was born in the year of the monkey, cut my hair when I'm mad, borrow Sarah's earrings and am allergic to pants. One time I got my eyebrow stuck in a paper shredder so I draw them on now. If you ever stop in and one of my eyebrows is missing or smudged please let me know. Someday I will fulfill my grandmother's dying wish and get a boob job and become a famous stripper.

Hi. My name is Mike. My mom calls me Mike. I like to do tattoos. I also like to climb on things. Sometimes I fall. I spend my money. I like yummy food and big dogs. When I grow up I want to be, wait, I don't want to grow up. I want to be like Peter Pan.

Oh how I love cheese. If it were possible I'd marry it. In 2011 the CowPok contacted me with a deal I couldn't refuse. They offered me a block of nice aged extra sharp cheddar if I'd grace them with my mad tattoo skills. I was thinking about turning them down until they threw in one of those peanut butter rice crispy bars the size of my head. I couldn't say no and I've been gracing them with my smiles ever since.

Buffalo sucks. Okay, now I've got your attention. How can you hate a city that smells of cheerios and has it's own bubble man? Vegas didn't have those perks and that's why after traveling through space and time I decided to pack up my girl, my kids and my dogs and bring my talent to the CowPok. When not tattooing you can find me sweeping out front, making record breaking butter sculptures and collecting belly button lint (the piercers save it for me). I'm a huge fan of platform shoes, naps on the couch and invisible tattoos (they don't hurt as bad). The next time you're down on Allen saying hi to the bubble man stop in and check out my portfolio.

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