That's the Unabomber on Brian Martinez' arm. Brian showed me some of his paintings on his phone. There was the face of an MS-13 El Salvadorian gangster, a lynched black man and a doped up Thai with barbed wire piercing his cheek.
Brian came into The Dive all pissed off over some woman he had argued with at Ray's Happy Birthday Bar, three blocks away. She had said something about Mexicans. Brian, "I was like, 'I have a bigger brain than you, and a bigger vocabulary than you, so you're not going to win this argument, all right?!' What a bimbo she was. What a stupid blonde."
In California, Brian worked in a porn shop then some computer service business.
"Why did you come to Philly?" I asked.