Alex has been tattooing since 2006, and has two left feet. He spends his Wednesdays scouring for feasts hiding between the barnacles beneath the Blue Heron bridge. When he isn't crunching sea life at Phil Foster Park on his day off, he travels the world with his family, leaving sacred secrets of the universe on bathroom stalls where they are inevitably ignored or forgotten. He once fought a pelican to the death. Alex was resurrected shortly after, but has never fully recovered from losing to such a jerk of a bird.