"I lived in a place called Sanitarium Island," he said, not looking at Carey. Instead, he was taking massive amounts of interest in his nails, where all of the black polish had worn off. Damn. He made a mental note to ask Jack if he could borrow some, in addition to the hair dye question. He couldn't let himself go totally to shit in here; it was bad enough they were making him wear sneakers.
"It was a red-light district in the city," he said. "What city doesn't matter. It could've been any city. I never exactly went sight-seeing." He kept studying his nails. Short and neat, the way the orderlies kept them clipped. Funny how you couldn't see blood on someone's hands usually, it was all just a metaphor.