He's smart. Too smart. Intelligence reeks from his every pore. The glasses. The thick glasses only reflect his indifference. A result of a youth spent in front of a computer monitor, the glasses enlarge the beady brown eyes. Two darting eyes that quickly scrutinize everything, blink, then check everything again. His cold brown eyes close for a moment of rest as the brain kicks into overdrive beneath hair which appears, as always, to be neatly clean and pressed. Invisible numbers and words fly round in mock dogfights as two chapped lips move in silent speach.
Five gnarled fingernails at the end of a pale hand go in search of the young man's neatly closed breast pocket. Under the perfect overcoat and into the pocket they wander. With years of experience, they carefully pull out a highly sophisticated push button fully programmable calculator capable of any function except making the boy's dinner. The hand returns to the pocket again. This time it reveals an expensive pen. The pen, a gift from his father for bringing home another year of straight A+ report card, was enscribed with these words: "Who needs erasable, if you don't make mistakes?"
The boy went to a nearby desk at which he could work. Great thought was given in choosing the right spot, for fear of an entanglement between the neatly pressed pants and someone's long forgotten gum. By sitting, the pants legs rose slightly, giving show to the preppiest argyle socks known to mankind. The socks, being the only connection between the grey slacks and well polished brown loafers, were a specatacle noticed by the few who admired this boy, and the many who despised him.
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Author's note: This is actually a much older piece of mine, put here with very little refinement. We all know someone that falls into this category, and I had a few good friends who were blended into this image. Just thought I'd throw it out for your amusement.
Five gnarled fingernails at the end of a pale hand go in search of the young man's neatly closed breast pocket. Under the perfect overcoat and into the pocket they wander. With years of experience, they carefully pull out a highly sophisticated push button fully programmable calculator capable of any function except making the boy's dinner. The hand returns to the pocket again. This time it reveals an expensive pen. The pen, a gift from his father for bringing home another year of straight A+ report card, was enscribed with these words: "Who needs erasable, if you don't make mistakes?"
The boy went to a nearby desk at which he could work. Great thought was given in choosing the right spot, for fear of an entanglement between the neatly pressed pants and someone's long forgotten gum. By sitting, the pants legs rose slightly, giving show to the preppiest argyle socks known to mankind. The socks, being the only connection between the grey slacks and well polished brown loafers, were a specatacle noticed by the few who admired this boy, and the many who despised him.
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Author's note: This is actually a much older piece of mine, put here with very little refinement. We all know someone that falls into this category, and I had a few good friends who were blended into this image. Just thought I'd throw it out for your amusement.
