A failed apprentice tattoo artist in Alabama who just recently had sextuplets has tattooed her childrens' foreheads. When approached by both social services and the media as to why she has done such a thing to her precious infants she merely replied "I just couldn't tell them apart, and since they were all crying anyway, I thought it wouldn't hurt."
The woman, who at this interview requested we use the name "Annie S Scratcher" answered a few questions for us:
R&L - We see you live in a pretty small place, and the babies are in drawers lined with pillows and blankets, do you think this is the best for your children?
ASS - Sure, why not? They are safe, they ain't goin' anywhere. The dogs ain't even allowed in this room. Plus a double wide is plenty big for us.
R&L - Besides yourself, who helps you take care of these children?
ASS - Tons of kin come by every day, Bobbie and her kids from the next lot over come in in the mornings, I have my aunts and their kids come in a lunch time, and my husband comes home from work around 5 to help with the evenings. Not to mention the old folks across the lot check on us every couple of days and count the babies just to make sure we didn't decide to feed them to Allie.
R&L - Allie?
ASS - Yeah, Allie the gator who lives in the pond - it's just a running joke, don't worry.
R&L - OK, so Gators notwithstanding, we have to ask, what the hell were you thinking when you tattooed your poor childrens' foreheads??
ASS - Dam, why is everyone making such a big deal of that, it's tiny dots, like on a pair of dice, so small and in their hair line so when their hair grows in no one will see it. How is worse than getting a girls ears pierced at this age? If you ask me, that's cruel.
R&L - You could have put different hats on them, or clothes, or bracelets... any number on non-marring, non-abusive markings.
ASS - I thought I went through this with Social Services already, God dammit, who the hell do you think you are coming into my house...
R&L - Sorry, just what were you thinking?
ASS - If they are all in the clothes God gave them, how the hell am I suppose to tell them apart, This way, I know exactly. They will learn their names, and everyone else will know who they are too. Plus, when I was training to be a tattoo artist I got a machine and just never really used it, it was clean and all just sitting there.
R&L - That's an understatement. Training?
ASS - Yep, I was an apprentice at the joint down the street, but I could never get the hang of it, they said it would be better if I chose another career choice.
R&L - Ah, we see. Well, thank you for your time, gotta run.
And with that, we left. Quickly. It is not our place to comment on others living conditions, but as far as the tattooing goes, we were astonished, disgusted, intrigued and frankly - speechless. It is not up to us to make a judgment call, but certainly our job to report it...to you.
FOLLOW-UP: Just before this article went to print we found out that Annie's children were being used as pawns in a gambling ring. Though we don't know the details, we were told it had something to do with pushing the drawers around the floor and seeing which numbers came up.
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