Character study

David, a wiry spiny coat hanger of a man that could never fit quite right into any of his clothes even if there were two of him trying. A man who was so unimaginably uninteresting he keeps his tag sticking out of his T-shirt hoping someone will correct him on it and then maybe he can bounce off of that into some sort of meaningful conversation, the subject of that conversation he has yet to decide on. Yet he kept that tag out, constantly, sticking out of what looked to be a navy blue polo his mother bought for him when he was fifteen that he never felt the need to replace because what single young man doesn't want to look like he’s late for  fourth period biology? The rest of his outfit was equally uninspiring. He dressed like the ghost of a Sears cashier, gray khakis and scuffed up old shoes with laces that always seemed to untie themselves. His clothes did nothing for his wooden plank of a body that seemed to move like it was caught between a regular pace and a painfully slow indecisive steps. David unsurprisingly lives alone in what basically feels like a glorified closet. His bed was a lonely twin size with green sheets and one pillow. He didn't own many decorations except for a couple of picture frames, an old rug and a few books on a shelf over his bed. He owned a tv but didn't really watch tv, most days it sat picking up dust across the room, or he would put it on to just have something playing in the background. Around the room he also had several model airplanes, ships in bottles and a few board games he kept incase he was to ever have company..he didn't.

Inside of his closet were more painfully boring outfits in a muted rainbow of beige, gray and sad green. The only ounce of color were a pair of red chucks shoved in the back of his closet. They weren’t his, the shoe size was too small. He kept them though, behind his loafers in the dark corner of his closet. Every so often he would kneel down and pick them up remembering when he would watch them walk by him, when they were filled with different color socks, when they would house anklets and rainbow color toe nails. They still had water stains that only seemed to get darker every time he looked at them. Beyond that his apartment was fairly empty, though in this casket of an apartment there was one living thing, a fish. David has owned two fish in the six years he has lived in that apartment, he watched as it swam around, he never named it, in his head he just referred to it as “ fish.” When his first fish died he was fairly devastated and thought of going right away to get a new fish but he thought that it wouldn't be good for his mental health to rush himself so quickly into another pet so he waited a couple months. Whenever he was at home trying to work he would mutter to his fish if he ever got stuck while working on a ship. He would often spend his days completely dressed as if he was going to work or out for coffee with friends and just spend his entire day at home.

In his bathroom there were a few combs he would use to brush through his sleek black hair. Some days he would look in his mirror and imagine he was a socialite, someone heading out for a very important dinner with important people who just couldn't wait to see him and talk all about how interesting he was and how well kept in nails were and how easily he could glide through conversation. Just the thought made him shudder and he would have to take a breath and bring himself back. Really David was a stuttering mess, words were his biggest issues, just saying his name would take him a couple minutes and Lord help him if he ever had to look someone in the eyes while doing it. No David couldn't speak much. Though he longed to, all he wanted was to fill the air with sweet conversation and have someone who would listen diligently, hanging onto his words like fish on a line. For now though the only person listening to him were any unfortunate souls who attempted to ask him a question. Though even then he rarely gets them. Whenever he did they would usually just be people asking for different files at work, to which he would then panic, grab the files and pass them off, regretting not saying anything but relieved he didn't have to.



 

Why did the chicken cross the road?

 

Down under the brutal sun of the New Mexican sky, three shadows travel on motorbikes hollering and crying out to each other.They were disgusting, covered in sweat that created a film over their peeling red skin. They wore thick black sunglasses and smoked cigarettes, the ash flying off as they drove.  At the head of their gang was a skinny shrimp of a man with spiky black hair. He was as ugly as he was stupid. Most called him chicken. He ran away from home at 13 and tried to join a gang, he could pick any lock in New Mexico but public opinion turned when everyone realized he was nothing but a chicken shit coward. The man couldn't defend himself against a feather. Oddly enough that’s what made people like him, made people trust him and he was stupid enough to take advantage of that. The two men behind them were the snake brothers, Barley and Cody. They were both blonde and covered in tattoos with the most striking being a snake beginning from their left temple to down their necks. They mostly sold drugs on street corners and had a reputation for selling something called “poison” that could put down a horse.

“Hey you don’t think they’re gonna find us?” Cody shouted “I mean we aren’t too far from town”

“Don’t worry about it, last I heard the big guys gonna be out for another couple days, either way, I got a connection that will meet us at the midpoint. We are in the clear once we get there.” Barley replied

“Well boys I think after all this work we gotta celebrate for a second”  chicken cried out pointing to the rest stop approaching

“Fat chance, after all the heat we got on us--” Cody began

“Now come on Cody, maybe the man's got the right Idea...I hear this stops got some nice..entertainment” Barley laughed

There was a pause before they all turned into the rest stop. Chicken hopped off his bike and threw a large bag over his shoulder. “You watch that with your life Chicken or I’ll be serving you for dinner.”  Cody growled. “I got it boys trust me” “Oh yeah, sure I’ll trust you.” Barley said before flashing his gun. “I trust you.”

The three bikers turn into rest and chicken leads the way He sits at a bar stool plopping his back on the counter. It was mostly empty, there were a couple of drunks resting against barstools and a few women leaning against a staircase to invite tired patrons into their beds. The bartender comes over, a woman who calls herself sugar “how can I help you boys?” She says leaning over the counter. Chicken unzips the bag exposing stacks upon stacks of bills. “Now  I think you can do a little more than help up” Chicken said opening his bag to show a mountain of bills. Cody swiftly closes the bag “Hey Jackass what the hell are you doin?” He mutters “Relax, i'm just gettin’ us a good time.” He looks over to sugar “Baby why don’t you get some of your girls and take my friends upstairs,” Within seconds they were flanked by several women. Chicken tossed his keys into Barleys hands “So you don’t worry about me gettin’ away” He winked as they disappeared  Chicken stayed behind at the bar “You know I got a bit of a sweet tooth.” He says his hand dragging along Sugars back. She quivered and threw herself over the counter and onto his lap. She smelled like cheap perfume and had wild blonde hair. When she kissed him he could taste her lip gloss, it tasted like liquorish.

“So what’s your name Handsome?”

“They call me the chicken around her, but i'm tryin to change that”  

“Chickens a funny name, are you funny?” she asks giggling and playing with his hair.

“I'm as funny as you want me to be miss..”

“You can call me sugar...Now how exactly do three men end up in the desert with a sack full of cash?” Asks tilted her head back exposing her neck. He grins almost too excited to tell this story “Well when you work for big men pickin big locks they put a lot of trust in you. So much they forget not to.” He says as his lips drag along her skin “So I wait for the right time and empty a safe or two. Get out without anyone even noticing and by the time he does..i'm already gone.” Sugar was captivated “Oh my...sounds so dangerous.” she says pressing her chest to him “Tell me more,,”

“Guy like that doesn’t get that kinda money without breakin a few heads. In fact that guys got kinda a reputation, he takes you out into the street and steps on your head, pressin down hard enough that you become part of the gravel. That’s how he got the name “The road.” Sugar leaps out of her seat “wait wait wait you stole this from him, what the hell is wrong you with no one steals from him you're dead men.”.

“Sugar, baby don't worry, the guys away on some vacation. He’s long gone and no one saw me. I got the snake brothers to poison the guards at his door, i'm a ghost baby.” He smirks pulling her back to him

Just then gunshots are heard from the upstairs.. She screams and chicken pulls his gun but his hands already begin to shake “N-now don’t worry that was probably just a miss f-” He heard another shot and the sound of Cody screaming followed by more. Sugar begins to cry as her bar is suddenly flooded with men. Chicken was surrounded when the bodies of Barley and Cody fall from the stairs. Chicken held his gun up, barely able to even hold it in his shaking hands “N-N-N-OWW I D-O-O-ONT WANT TO SSHOOT” He looked ready to collapse.   “Why in the HELL would T-the freakin CHICKEN cross the ROAD?” Sugar cries A figure emerges from up the stairs. He towers over him looking like death himself. He takes the gun from chickens petrified hand and presses it to his head

“To get to the other side.”

 

Mocca Fest 2017!

Hello everyone! I know I haven't posted in a very long time but I hope everyone is doing well! I wanted to announce that not only will I be featured in my schools anthology but I will be selling prints at Mocca fest! I will update you guys on what table we will be at once I hear but I am so excited!  Leave a comment of what you would love to see me selling! 

First official post of the New Year!

Hello everyone, Happy New Year! Welcome to 2017

While I am excited to work on even more project and post them on here, I am also very excited to play around with the blog feature on my site and start posting updates about what is going on as well as little insights into my process. I can, in good confidence say that there will be a lot more to come in the next couple months and especially in the next couple of weeks. I just posted some more work onto my society6 page so please go check that out. Anyway in hopes of not making this overly long thank you all for listening and again happy new year!