“What the f**k is going on?” Mandal whispered to herself as Mal stood and with nothing in his hands walked to the single chair and sat.
Trying to focus her eyes, she looked at his powerful, corded arms that were attached to hands that were covered with what she assumed was black, red and other colored paints.
For the longest time she simply looked on as Mal seemed to fall into a trance, then her eyes glanced at a sign behind the artist tacked to the wall that read:
NO LIFE-NO WORDS-NO INK-USE YOUR BLOOD
Shaking her head back and forth, she was stunned, as her eyes darted over to the African woman who was still standing, just staring at her.
His voice, more like a growl began to spill images and words that instantly stunned her, for they said this:
“Heartbreak pass, broken dreams and
