Even his hands are tattooed with an opposition that symbolizes the polarizations within the man:
love and hate, which he explains to curious strangers as an eternal battle between good and bad.
Powell is a sweet-talking, seemingly gentle man who underneath is surging with a violent hate.
Depression, children sleepin' in old abandoned car bodies
in junk heaps. And I promised myself that I'd never see
my young-uns had want.
Powell: I can hear you whisperin' children, so I know you're
down there. I can feel myself gettin' awful mad. I'm out
of patience children. I'm coming now to find you.