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Orange Mohawk
12 March 2007 01:02He’d earned the orange Mohawk.
This was a small town. Mullets were considered effeminate. Stoic men uttered grunts and monosyllabic commands. Ex-army men and farmers, all of them.
No-one knew why Terry took it into his head to shave and dye his hair into an orange Mohawk. He never volunteered the information.
He was beaten every time he went out in public. Some times he put men in the hospital, sometimes they put him in the hospital.
He maintained the Mohawk.
This went on for two years.
It changed every man in that small town. Broken noses, cheekbones and jaws adjusted the contours of most of the men’s faces. Some of them had limps or had become left-handed because they’d punched their right hand into uselessness.
Terry himself miraculously avoided a wheelchair. He lost a few degrees of vision in his right eye and his face was a map of scars. He no longer resembled either of his parents.
One day, the men in the town left him alone. Terry became the guy with the Mohawk and that was that. No one laid a finger on him again.
He’d earned the orange Mohawk.
But he joined in when they killed that drifter with the long pink hair.
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This was a small town. Mullets were considered effeminate. Stoic men uttered grunts and monosyllabic commands. Ex-army men and farmers, all of them.
No-one knew why Terry took it into his head to shave and dye his hair into an orange Mohawk. He never volunteered the information.
He was beaten every time he went out in public. Some times he put men in the hospital, sometimes they put him in the hospital.
He maintained the Mohawk.
This went on for two years.
It changed every man in that small town. Broken noses, cheekbones and jaws adjusted the contours of most of the men’s faces. Some of them had limps or had become left-handed because they’d punched their right hand into uselessness.
Terry himself miraculously avoided a wheelchair. He lost a few degrees of vision in his right eye and his face was a map of scars. He no longer resembled either of his parents.
One day, the men in the town left him alone. Terry became the guy with the Mohawk and that was that. No one laid a finger on him again.
He’d earned the orange Mohawk.
But he joined in when they killed that drifter with the long pink hair.
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