Actually, Eve, I had intentionally left mine open for interpretation, as I (rightly) foresaw this thread going a long ways.
Still, I’d have to say the photojournalistic experience in Dopeville would be rather more interesting than my current place of employment.
That and I would love to see the debate in the streets as to whether what I wrote actually happened or not.
And if this paper is free, how much am I making? I have a family to support, you know. And I have have to support the local bar … you know … just doing my part for the community.
I’m the reclusive ex-rockstar that bought and renovated the old Dunwich mansion on the outskirts of town, where I’m raising a Soggoth. Most of the good bands that play at Skerri’s place end up partying and crashing at my place after the show. Sometimes they are never heard from again. The townspeople generally won’t acknowledge me in public, but mostly because they’ve all been to my house at least once, gotten drunk and high, and boasted about their sexual fetishes or illegal cable.
I’m a math perfesser at the local community college, and during my copious free time (I’m tenured, natch :)) I write cranky letters to the editor of the Dopeville Gazette, usually on a laptop while I’m hanging out at the bar, coffeehouse, or library. I keep on hoping one of my female students will offer me wild, perverted sex in exchange for turning her ‘F’ into a passing mark, but it never happens.
I see Poly as the rebellious leather clad teen, with the heart of an artist. Tho capable of straight A’s, he intentionally sabotages his grades in order to maintain his image, and has trouble staying awake in school because he stays up all night writing poetry in his composition book.
Poly is idolized by all the teen goons and teen goon wannabes, roaring around on his moped with an unfiltered dangling from his lip. Meanwhile, his hardbitten exterior masks his longing for Polly Purebright, honor student, candy striper, and volunteer at the local abused women’s shelter.
The only one who knows his true nature is ultress, who’s been around the block a few times herself. One day Poly hung out in the diner, while cutting classes, and left his composition book in the booth. But his secret is safe with her. Tho is Poly himself safe with her?!
Personally, I don’t care about his inner moose. I just want him to keep his motorsickle outta my rhodadendrons! That darn kid!
I’m the guy who lives on the outskirts of town without power or running water and lives by hunting and farming. On occasion I have to go away because the Marines called my unit up, but I come back with some funny stories to tell.
NOW GET OUT OF MY YARD
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–Ms. Kn*ckers, naughty Shoppe proprietress and lounge singer
