Post by tystates on Jul 1, 2012 7:17:03 GMT -8
A gold, lucha libre wrestling mask hung on the inside of the closet door. It was a replica of one worn by the legendary Mil Mascaras. This particular mask had come to be worn by another type of man entirely.
That man, Robbie Mireno, was laying on his bed. Thinking. He'd done a lot of that in recent years. He had the time. Literally. He did some time in prison. The person who deserved to be locked away was changed he liked to think. Sometimes though, it was hard to feel good about himself.
Leaning up and checking the clock, he saw it was getting time. He had a meeting with someone that had a bit of information for him. If the lead held up, he would be putting that mask on later tonight.
That man, Robbie Mireno, was laying on his bed. Thinking. He'd done a lot of that in recent years. He had the time. Literally. He did some time in prison. The person who deserved to be locked away was changed he liked to think. Sometimes though, it was hard to feel good about himself.
Leaning up and checking the clock, he saw it was getting time. He had a meeting with someone that had a bit of information for him. If the lead held up, he would be putting that mask on later tonight.