I examine your mugshot in the domestic abuse records of Palm Beach County.
I find your eyes bloodshot, red veins bulging with realization.
Your forehead branded with the lineage of your rabid male ancestry, now another criminal, wife beater, another deadbeat drunk slithering through the dialogue of strangers who now know your name but will never see you face to face, perhaps a potential employer or candidate for your new wife.
The reputation you crafted so rigidly, tarnished in your naked expression, the cyanide of your psychosis summoned with the smack of a camera flash.