Jeremy Crotteau knows that job-hunting is a painful proposition, especially when you've served time. But the 35-year-old has earned bragging rights in my book for what he's enduring to build a better life for himself and his young son.
On Tuesday Crotteau, a big bear of a guy, leaned back in a St. Paul medical chair, wearing goggles and a grimace. "That pinkie, man … oomph!" Then, "It's all right. Do what you gotta do."
"It looks really good, really good," said certified laser technician Vanessa Lilke, whose training includes tattoo removal. She assessed Crotteau's knuckles, which spell out an unfortunate phrase unlikely to curry favor with employers.
A youthful mistake, he acknowledged, as are the 13 dots tattooed onto his face.
"How does it feel?" Lilke asked, as she zapped away at the F-bomb.
"Like I want to go stick my hand in a snowbank."
Crotteau, 35, dropped out of high school in his native Cloquet and became a "hobo," hopping freight trains, hitchhiking and working odd jobs as a roofer and dishwasher. In 1999, he served a year in prison for second-degree assault, released early for good behavior.
He returned to his free-flowing life, which included little planning and lots of drinking. His wake-up call came three years ago with the birth of his son.