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1 " Matthew Birdnell better walk soft or my Preacher-Daddy's gonna break them long legs of his and use em to beat some Jesus into him. "
― Randy Thornhorn , Wicked Temper
2 " The way he straddled that chair, Tizzy thought Bob looked trapped in a bad harness. His black hair was greasy, long, and swept back. He looked unnatural for such a natural man. In fact, Tizzy began to see that even his tattoos were unnatural tattoos. As her eyes warmed to the light, she began to see how his tattoos were butchered. They were more like tattoo scraps. The leftover illustrations danced in the light: bleached, wrinkly red and blue-green. His skin etchings which had been almost removed. They had been altered until they were a twisting, scarred mess of old cuts and hairy remnants of color. Yes, those tattoos had died torturous deaths. Tizzy chewed, trying not to stare. Bob did not seem to care. But she tried not stare. She was pretty sure there was a snip of dragon's tail she could still see, blue and curling up from scar tissue below his left elbow. “Sure "