My breakfast tasteing strange somehow. A bit bitter. But okay. I still donīt wear my shirt. I looked at my body. It doesnīt look so bad with my new tan. And i noticed some other things. I looked a bit more toned. My pecs muscles are stronger. Also i can see that my arms look better. I flexed before the mirror, Carlos completly ignoring. My biceps are looking like i do work out.
Carlos says: "Oh, nice tan and better muscles, but you need more. Around midday we are allowed to leave to go to gym, then you will meet the gang leader."
I wondered: "What do we do meanwhile?"
Carlos said: "I always do workout, push-ups, pull-ups, and so on. But i can give you more tattoos,too. Or we can go high again.
I answerd: " Tattoos would be cool. They are looking so good on my body! I want more of them, please." I also noticed, that Carlos has studs in his ears. Such would be looking good on me, too. Carlos goes to the place, were he hides his tattoo machine. He comes back. Where do you want your next one. Now I wasnīt sure at all if you want one. This isnīt the life I want. I know I want to become more than my brother, but now it gets to much. I shooked my head. Why i was thinking such an crap. I want to become a tough gang member. And tough gang members have many tattoos. I am laughing about this.
"Maybe the right side of my neck would be cool". "What motive?" asked Carlos. "A gun" i said. So he begins his work. After one hour he was ready. I admired the work. It was so cool.
"Enough time for one more" Carlos says. Yes, i answer, my name on my fingers. One letter for one finger. Like Carlo on yours.
"Ok, but this can hurt a bit" Carlos says.
But tough man donīt know pain, alright, i think.
After the work was done, i admired my body again, and realised something.