A long time ago I was a member of a motorcycle club. It was an "outlaw" club but not a 1% club.
We were mostly a pretty benign bunch of guys.
One of our members had a brother (actual blood relation brother) that had been a member of a well known 1% east coast motorcycle club.
He left that club on less than positive but not bad enough to get dead terms. There was jail time involved and when he got out of jail his parole terms prevented him from associating with the previous club. He had made the unfortunate decision to have the clubs colors tattooed on his arm,(it was about 3-4" in diameter) before he had gone to jail.
He had relocated to our area (Tidewater area of Virginia) and the old club did not have a presence there at the time. Not long after he got there the old club began making their presence known.
It was put out that if he was found out alone by his former club members they would remove the tattoo from him the hard way.
One night there was a group of us hanging around our clubhouse and he had decided to have the tattoo removed. After much alcohol and allegedly some prime herb had been consumed it was decided that one of our crazier members who was particularly adept with a knife would delicately remove the offending ink from the back of his forearm. There was a lot of cussing, quite a bit of bleeding and more consumption fairly large amounts of liquor.
About the time it was almost done, it took about 20 minutes total, another member showed up that was also a pretty good tattoo artist, I have some of his work on my shoulder.
The tattoo guy looked at him and said "dude for twenty bucks and a six pack I could have done a killer cover up on that".
The de-tattooed guy tried to keep the patch of skin and dry it for a souvenir but I think the mice in the clubhouse got it.
I was kind of surprised he didn't get an infection and the scar while noticeable did heal quite nicely
