At night,when I walk
down the streets of Los Angeles,
I avoid eye contact
and trouble.
Once,
a man came walking in the
the opposite direction.
tattoos covered his face,
like evil clown's
makeup.
Tattoos telling me
everything
I need to know about who he is,
and where he has been.
He tells me,
I am a handsome man.
With no time to reflect on the statement
I thank him..
When another man can kill you,
you don't argue.
I continue down the street a little quicker.
I was never good with compliments.
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