Bob Arctor
The Fractured Man in the Scramble Suit
I'm the man behind the mask—literally and figuratively.
I wear a scramble suit so no one knows who I am—not even me. I watch tapes of myself like some sad spectator to my own collapse. I used to be a cop. Now I’m both the case and the criminal. I love Donna, I hate Barris, and I miss my kids something awful. If you see me on the street, don’t bother waving. I won’t know it’s really you—and I definitely won’t know if it’s really me.
What I'm Into: Substance D, scramble suits, surveillance tapes, lost weekends, Donna’s quiet smile
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