Gorgias |
I’m Tom Gorgias, or so I call myself. My friends call me something else, clearly, because damn Gorgias is hard to not pronounce as ‘gorgeous’ and my guy friends are all kinda like uncomfortable with saying that to other guys so there. I’m tom.gorgias@gmail.com. |
And between his feet stood a potted plant. And on his head sat a hat. And in his hands he held two bags. And on his lip was a cigarette. And behind his glasses were hard staring eyes. And in his mind were thoughts of evil and fun and laughter and hurt. And his ears heard the sounds of a street, a playground, a supermarket. And in his shoes were worn-out laces. And in his coat pockets were a wallet, a cellphone, a pen, a few pine cones. And in his hair was wax. And on his nose was grease. And in his pose was insecurity.
