Years ago, when he said he was getting a face tattoo, I told him it might not be a good idea. But he didn’t care. He went ahead and got a big, black X tattooed across his lips and mouth anyway. He said the tattoo of a big, black X tattooed across his mouth was a statement he needed to make.
That was 12 years ago. Now he tells me getting that tattoo might not have been such a good idea. He says it’s not so easy finding a woman who likes a guy with a big, black X tattooed across his mouth.
And he says it’s not so easy getting a job with a big, black X tattooed across his mouth.
He says it’s not even easy committing crimes with a big, black X tattooed across his mouth since committing crimes anonymously is the best way to go. And he realizes now it’s hard to remain anonymous when he’s the only guy in the country with a big, black X tattooed across his mouth.
He says he might have some regrets about his face tattoo. He says life’s lonely without a woman. He says times are tough with no money.
I asked him what I was supposed to do about it.
He said, “Nothing.” But asked if I didn’t feel a little sad or sorry.
In a way, I did, cause it’s a shitty person who doesn’t have any empathy.
But in a way – a much bigger way – I didn’t. And simply couldn’t.
It wasn’t that I felt good for being right from the beginning about his face tattoo. In fact, I felt pretty bad for him, having it confirmed just how stupid he’s been from the beginning.