How I Wonder...

...About the huge dude sitting on the Orange Line Metro with a sweaty lip, Hawaiian shirt, and girly arm tats. Badly inked playboy bunnies, and naked ladies adorn each of his beefy forearms. His breathing is labored. His belly overwhelms his belt. He wears slip on loafers and his big calves are criss-crossed with spider veins. He does not seem healthy or happy. I wonder where he was in his life when he had the tattoos inked. What is his story?