He looks into a mirror for the millionth time in his life. It is a mirror in a jail cell, these mirrors are made of polished stainless steel. They warp when people punch them. His mirror is warped. He contributed to this.
Looking at his reflection he sees tattoos and scars.
A thin scar on the bridge on his nose, left by a fist when he was in his early 20's. There are other scars; from when he was stabbed, some from unremembered events. Scars from putting injecting heroin into the same vein too many times.
Tattoos reflect his life. Loves, pains, birth and death.
There are scars and tattoos that he sees that no one else can decipher. His father's Aztec eyes, his mother's expressions. His own observant flat affect.
Three decades stare back at him. He feels hope despite his current surroundings. There is work to be done and little time to rest.
END TRANSMISSION.
Looking at his reflection he sees tattoos and scars.
A thin scar on the bridge on his nose, left by a fist when he was in his early 20's. There are other scars; from when he was stabbed, some from unremembered events. Scars from putting injecting heroin into the same vein too many times.
Tattoos reflect his life. Loves, pains, birth and death.
There are scars and tattoos that he sees that no one else can decipher. His father's Aztec eyes, his mother's expressions. His own observant flat affect.
Three decades stare back at him. He feels hope despite his current surroundings. There is work to be done and little time to rest.
END TRANSMISSION.
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