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Raul X relaxing in Point Fermin Park while two friends practice throwing an eight inch knife into the Canary Island palms. He drank beer from a paper cup and explained his intentions for a still healing diagonal scar across the top of his head. He had been hit with an unknown object during a fight at a party. "As long as I have this scar on my head, I might as well get a tattoo of a zipper -- a military-style zipper with big metal teeth." |