By Christopher Munroe
Nobody knows how tattoo ink came to be tainted with hallucinogenic drugs.
Maybe it was a problem with their manufacture, or perhaps somebody thought it funny to spike them, but there’s no way of knowing for certain, now.
Anyone who might have had answers is dead, after all…
What we do know is that, during Spring Break, close to two thousand young women, fresh tattoos on their lower backs, were suddenly thrown into uncontrollable, murderous rage.
We did what we could to get away from them.
But by then it was too late.
We were caught up in the Tramp-Stampede…