Section VIII began as a program during World War II as a means to discharge those deemed unfit (a.k.a. too fuckin’ nuts) for military service. (Think Corporal Klinger from M*A*S*H; he was trying to get a Section VIII out of the service.)

Now, decades later, Section 8 Ink celebrates those society has deemed “unfit.” The thrill-seekers, the crazies, the weirdos — you are Section 8. We’re not just looking to put clothes on your back, or a hat on your head; we’re looking to support your lifestyle. What others call “crazy,” you call “normal.” Because you know life isn’t about walking with the herd, life is about getting lost in order to discover who you are as a person. It’s about new experiences, in new places, with new people. It's about the rest of the world labeling you as "unfit for service," but proving them wrong with every step you take.

“It’s better to be a lion for a day than a sheep all your life.” – Elizabeth Kenny