He had long black hair like Marilyn Manson’s and he wore a pair of leather chaps above a black Speedo that left nothing to the imagination. Nipples pierced (I hear the pain is excruciating.) Tribal tattoos all over his body. Up until now, nothing really out of the ordinary, right? Except for the dude’s flower on his back and his extreme bony skinniness.
With such a body, he could easily be a catwalk model in Europe!
He’s already got the poses down to a T.
A little buttock exhibitionism never hurt anyone.
With all the attention I gave the man (thinking all this time about taking him to McDonalds for a few Happy Meals), I missed his flower-winged compadre. I only managed to catch him from the back, but even from this perspective, you get the intuition you’d better be really nice to him if you ever met him from the front. I know I would.
A flower and a cat-o-nine. A conflicted soul, no doubt.