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This story originally appeared in the April issue of Downhome.
-By Omar Mosleh
Michael Roberts’ face is a canvas of pain.
Almost his entire body is draped in ink, from faces and flames to skulls and swastikas. Individually, he says, his tattoos are meaningless. Collectively, they once offered a mask to his misery — a means of therapy for a life of crime, abuse and violence.
Roberts takes a slow measured drag of a du Maurier cigarette, standing at his doorstep in the bitter winter cold. They’re one of his only guilty pleasures left after more than two decades of drug and alcohol abuse. Known as “Bull” in his younger days, the Trepassey, N.L. native is tired from walking up the stairs — his 6’4″, nearly 500-pound frame makes it challenging. As he smokes, he offhandedly describes how the nose and scalp are the most painful spots to get inked.
He is frequently asked what various tattoos mean to him.
“Nothing,” he states bluntly. “It was all pure pain therapy, man…just another way to cope.”
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