Yes, I know you think you understand him. You might even think you know him well, but you don’t. I’ve known him for longer than either of us cares to remember. And he wasn’t as you see him now. That stupid painted face. Though he wasn’t what many would call handsome, I have always found him attractive. Maybe even beautiful. Oh, I know that sounds peculiar, but there is an aspect of ugliness that is so shocking and strange it becomes beauty.