It is a sweltering late summer day when Jawny bursts through the doors at Inked NYC. The heat is of the oppressive variety, the kind that makes the air thick and saps all energy from your soul the second you step outside. Even New York City slows down on days like these, yet here is Jawny, unaffected. His blonde hair spills from the edges of a knit beanie—yes, a knit beanie on one of the hottest days of the year—and frames a face that radiates joy.
Touring is an especially grueling experience for artists, but
