The Tattoo Man

The Tattoo Man sits at the front of the bus. He wears something short sleeved come rain or shine, because he has ink and he is proud of it. Not only is his shirt short sleeved, but it is also ragged, possibly filthy, sometimes with obscene writing on the front. His unshaven face leers or glares at everyone as they board the bus, establishing his alpha male credentials with his tattooed arms and thick brow, perfect for headbutting rival males.

Despite his fearsome aspect he will often be engaged in light conversation with Fearless Old Lady, the pint sized elderly passenger who occupies the seat opposite. I in crowded buses he will even yield his seat to her, displaying manners as impeccable as his voice is rough.

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