The toned shoulders of the professional time-waster rippling beneath the bomber jacket of the fashion insensible, stocky legs in camouflage pants and para-but-never-quite-cut-it-militarily boots, the dull polished visage of the partially unconscious beneath a sharp haircut. Gary stood near the mirrored windows of a shoe store waiting for his lady, and muttered, “Fuck… I’m hot.”
27 March, 2007
27 March, 2007 at 9:02 pm
You know what worries me about this developing story, Che? So far, most of your characters have the same names as my colleagues…. and more frighteningly, the same characteristics.
27 March, 2007 at 10:27 pm
LOL!
i’m just calling them as i see them.
28 March, 2007 at 7:25 am
PS. i should add, feedback i’m getting is that people are seeing these characters in all kinds of different places (and different individuals).
which i find pleasing.