There are a lot of things I could say about this terrifying photo of Danny Trejo, but I won’t say any of them because I’m afraid he might murder me in my sleep. If I were going to comment on this photo, however, I would say that my major concern is what’s happening just below the frame of the shot. What the fuck is he doing with his other hand? I only see two options:
1) He’s jerking off. In this scenario he’s laughing because he knows that everyone will focus on the fact that he’s releasing a dove and try to make some artistic comment about the amazing juxtaposition of the delicate beauty of the dove and the harsh brutality of Danny’s face (their words, Danny, not mine). Meanwhile, Danny’s just rubbing one out and plotting the deaths of everyone in the room. Juxtapose that, motherfuckers.
2) He’s holding a gun. In this scenario he’s laughing because he knows that right after the picture is taken, he’s going to shoot the dove. When everyone on set cries out in horror, he’s going to turn the gun on them and mumble, “You putos heard the one about the Mexican and the dove? No? Me neither. Now suck on this”. This scenario also ends with everyone dead.
But like I said earlier, I’m not going to make those comments because I like breathing. Thank you for continuing to allow me that luxury, Danny Trejo. You are a kind master.