The first thing I ever heard Derrick say was, "Okay, I just shoot him in the head. Then I take his take his stuff". It was in response to my question, "What do you do?" Derrick just smiled, seemingly happy that he had succeeded in shocking the seven people surrounding the table with his bold and intransigent behavior. The 43 year-old Derrick leaned back into his chair and folded his muscled and thoroughly tattooed arms behind his head in a very nonchalant manner.
The most prominent tattoo running along the length of his left arm was the sentence "I don't give a shit" written in a gothic style. Other smaller tattoos of dragons, daggers, shotguns, dice, roses, fire hydrants, broken clocks and skulls with snakes crawling out of the hallow eyes peppered the rest of his arm. His right arm was covered in a plethora of tattoos of jigs and jags and other small quixotic objects that one could find in antique stores. He seemed to be very proud that he could make the horse skeleton tattoo on his right bicep expand and deflate by flexing his considerable muscle. He would cavort in front of the others circled around our table during breaks and make his circus of tattoos move around.
His slightly curly short brown hair, flecked with grey streaks, playfully bobbed on his head as he giggled at his own actions. A tattoo of a spiraling staircase began from the apex of his neck and then wrapped downward, disappearing somewhere behind his ear. At the base of his neck were two more tattoos of chains wrapped around in his neck in a vise-like grip. Other tattoos of multi-spiked objects lay half hidden under the sleeves of his dark blue T-shirt with "JUICER UPRISING" emblazoned on the front.
The most prominent tattoo running along the length of his left arm was the sentence "I don't give a shit" written in a gothic style. Other smaller tattoos of dragons, daggers, shotguns, dice, roses, fire hydrants, broken clocks and skulls with snakes crawling out of the hallow eyes peppered the rest of his arm. His right arm was covered in a plethora of tattoos of jigs and jags and other small quixotic objects that one could find in antique stores. He seemed to be very proud that he could make the horse skeleton tattoo on his right bicep expand and deflate by flexing his considerable muscle. He would cavort in front of the others circled around our table during breaks and make his circus of tattoos move around.
His slightly curly short brown hair, flecked with grey streaks, playfully bobbed on his head as he giggled at his own actions. A tattoo of a spiraling staircase began from the apex of his neck and then wrapped downward, disappearing somewhere behind his ear. At the base of his neck were two more tattoos of chains wrapped around in his neck in a vise-like grip. Other tattoos of multi-spiked objects lay half hidden under the sleeves of his dark blue T-shirt with "JUICER UPRISING" emblazoned on the front.