I asked him, "Where have you been?"
It had been ages since I'd seen him, but he was casually undressing in my bedroom anyway, like old times.
He told me he had gone to New York City to get tattooed because otherwise his limbs would have fallen off.
And sure enough, there were ink coils of wrought iron wrapped around his entire body, except for the place over his heart, which was covered by a round red sun.