Rising with effort from the back of a glistening keg, shoulder pads blessed on his back and a midnight green mohawk lifting from the apex of his silver-brushed skull, Jamie Pagliei tells me a war story filled with delusion.
"I've been painting up for 25 years," the 50-year-old declaims, his voice building into a steady rumble. "It's been hard work; no one's ever done this before. I'm trying to make a living painting my face while not being on the Ringling Bros."
He started to get recognized at a New Orleans Saints game around 2018.
