“So, who did your tattoos? It must be very painful”, I asked him
as I finish my morning coffee at the beach resto.
“I did it by myself. All of it,” he said in Cebuano in a Mindanaoan tone with an inexact facial
expression. “I don’t mind the pain. Being left by the woman you love hurts more
than doing these”.
Neil, the wandering Rasta Boy
Rasta boy Reyneil Moralde, his
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