“hey, man,” voice is low, unassuming, almost slurred. he looks tired, like he hasn’t slept in days, bags under his eyes are bruises on a face already marred by a broken nose, ( he’s an abstract art piece in the flesh ), disorienting to look at. “i’m not tryin’ to bother you.” he lightens his tone, trying to market himself to the young woman before him. “i was just wonderin’ if you had like, a cigarette or somethin’ i could bum off ya?” he wipes at his nose, sniffles, shrugs. “i know i look like shit, and i usually have money, but today’s just...” he spits away from her and shakes his head. “fuck, man.” he laughs, a little nervously, sounding more than a little unhinged.
@lambbled / starter call!







