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“Okay, what’s it say?” He looked down at it, as if reading it for the first time. “‘Trust No One.’” I ate some more, my face burning. “My mom know that?” He nodded. “After Vietnam I was stationed in Okinawa. A couple of us went out and got these. Thought we were real hot shit. Had it all figured out. Idiots.” He shook his head. “I learned a lot of lessons the hard way. And this?” He tapped the tattoo. “As a life philosophy? It doesn’t serve. Now it’s just a reminder of how stupid I am most of the time.” “Still?” “You tell me.”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Trust No One: A Thriller