You know him, you love him, but have you ever like me, tried to envision him?
I can see him....he is young, but out of college. Tall and thin and mostly solitary.
I can see his curly light brown hair that he cares not to keep under control. Are his eyes blue? Perhaps, but I see large hazel eyes that deny him of perfect sight so he wears oval glasses in a silver colored metal.
He has a $22.00 a day habit of double Americano's and roll your own cigarettes. He still plays his Fiona Apple CD in his second story brick apartment where his roommate is a stray cat. He feeds the cat, calls it "cat" but they hardly give each other the time of day.
Stickman, as he is known by his friends on the internet, has a compact car in baby blue with a "Visualize Whirreled Peas" bumper sticker, but he'd rather ride his ten speed to work.
His job like his apartment are on the bohemian side of Boston. The bakery were he makes his friends and his living try to make maple bars taste good with wheat germ, soy protien and honey, but they are still an aquired taste.
He eats well, sleeps well and stays in shape by riding the aforementioned bike. His imagination runs wild day and night with fantastic stories that he has to bang out on his laptop or they hold him hostage until written.
He makes a loyal and trustworthy friend, although mostly he enjoys his privacy. He is kind and sweet but still kills the drain spiders. Somewhere there is a naturally beautiful woman who doesn't yet know how much she adores him. She could be right around the corner though.


What do you think? Am I close? Am I way off? I hope I made no offense if I am...