Scar photos sequal.

"AY" went home and gathered his family and said he had some fotos he wanted to show them of some tattoo that someone had.
I assume his mother was going thru them one by one with five other people looking as well.
This is what transpired as AY told it, his english aint to good, but the point wasn't lost.
They saw they first one with the lines and no cuts. Nice was the comment.
2nd one was the t-shirt, "Ay, is that blood?"
"Yes" says AY, mild concern is aroused. The next foto was the paper towels, again AY said it was part of the tattooing aftermarth. They were getting very worried.
Next was the blood foto, complete mayhem. Very angry. Turned to the last picture, the cuts.
She threw the pictures at AY's forehead and really yelled him, no doubt his father did as well, it would have brought back painfull memories of their own.
"WHO IS THIS PERSON??? HOW DO YOU KNOW HIM???!!??!"
"I work with him...he's my friend."
I was in total fits of laugher at this stage and AY's just sitting there with a big grin on his face, calmly telling me this.
"Then, their was a big pause, they just stare at me, long time, one minute-maybe more"
"Then like D.J. playing a record they 5 all say together..."
"WHAT??"

AY had wanted to send then back to Iran to his cousins, but that wasn't gonna happen.
Later that day he was going down to the travel agents to pay the balance of a overseas trip to gt his soon-to-be-wife with his younger brother.
"You should not talk to these people, you should keep to yourself!!"
AY assured him he was fine, and he flashed me his huge grin.