I Have a Fiver
My name is Victor. I’m thirty-seven years old and have a balding, curly ponytail and a .5-inch gap between my front teeth. I like to wear a red, pleather jacket; tight, pleather pants; faux-Italian-leather boots; a gold chain and a sweat-stained wifebeater under the black, gold-paisley-printed, always-tucked-in-as-tightly-as-possible button down I purchased at Caldor in the summer of 1991. I drive a 1984 Pontiac Grand Prix and only use ribbed condoms. I moonlight as a bookie and daylight as a projector operator at my local adult theater.
I have a fiver.
February 9, 2013 at 6:13 pm
You can call me Maggie. I’m old enough to know better. I wear flats, jeans, and my glasses as a headband. I keep my hair short and have a habit of looking people in the eye. I tend to bite my bottom lip when I think, and I use sarcasm like a weapon. I try to always keep an open mind, and appreciate thrift.
Great idea! An excellent work of character development, I can see Victor quite clearly in my mind’s eye. ~Jess
February 9, 2013 at 6:16 pm
Thank you!
-James