Jack adored his older brother Bobby. And he always tried to emulate him. But his father never approved of anything that Jack did, no matter how hard he tried to please him. All his life he could feel the spot on the back of his head where his father so often batted him at church, at work, and at home to show him his disapproval. But Jack was a better shooter than his brother Bobby. No one could deny that. When Bobby threw away a promising sports career to go to war in Iraq, Jack followed him, but was sent to Afghanistan. There everyone acknowledged his shooting skills. But Bobby was killed by an IED and Jack's world came apart. To establish himself he had to leave home. He moved to LA, but he hated the place. There he gets his first tattoo and it changes his life. It seemed that the tattoo, and the other ones he got from the shop of Weedhead, came to have a life of its own. And his tattoos seemed to direct Jack's life, and not for the better.