I will morn my homies till I join my homies. Sid was one of my best friends, I met him a bit later in life. He was Dave Gibson’s only official apprentice at the original Lucky’s Tattoo Parlor in the late 90’s. Him and I we’re coming up together in tattooing and planned on working together for the rest of our lives. Sid was a hard charger in life. everything he did he did to the max, and he never backed down. His imposing size and style belied his huge heart and warm temperament. Everyone liked him, and, from the first lines he laid down, he was know for strong and consistent work. That, and his caring ways and exuberant sense of humor made him an invaluable addition to the shop and our lives. Sid was buried in Rosarita Beach, Baja, California. He is survived by his parents, step-parents, brother and sisters and scores of friends. Rest in peace my friend, Nos Vemos.
I was with Sid the night before he died, him and I got into a street fight with 5 marines in downtown San Diego after we watched one of them hit a girl. We left the fight on our feet with swollen knuckles and a even tighter friendship. I will forever miss him and his presence in my life. Its been over 10 years now.
Another dear friend “Cookie” pictured in the red shirt with Sid died a couple years later, a untimely death also, and a very dear friend whom also worked at the original Lucky’s Tattoo Parlor with us. I used to go to my indoor swap meet in Oceanside and make these RIP shirts with iron on old english letters, now I put them on my Lucky’s shop shirts. Another way for their memory to live on. The message here is hold on to your loved ones and let them know you love them, you never know when they could go. Fuck pride, bullshit and ego, love your people.