Lonesome Loser

I hate to admit it, but I sometimes enjoy movies and t.v. Dramas are
usually what I gravitate to, and I sometimes find myself rooting for the underdog. One of my favorite "archetype' characters is the stereotypical loner; you know, the guy with no roots, who usually lives out of a divey one-room apartment/hotel room and has a dead end job, if any...Yeah, that's me, or would be, and probably will be. I just love the media's portrayal of such people as "lone wolves", who are most likely up to no good. Piss on them, maybe that dude just wants to be left alone, or perhaps he's made some really bad decisions in life and is just hanging on by a thread. In any case, I always seem to have an affinity for that character; I can definitely see where he's coming from, and where he's been, although, also like me, he sometimes doesn't have a frakkin' clue as to where he's going.

Faces

For as long as I can remember, I've had this unususal "talent". I see faces. Now, by that I mean, I can find faces in strange places; for instance, in the pattern of wall paper, or in the semi-permanent dirt of a tile floor...and, they're not just the two-dots-for eyes-line-for-a-mouth kind of faces, either, rather they have contures and expressions and sometimes they're even three dimensional. Sometimes they're conventional, sometimes grotesque( not gross, but caricatures, askew) in a Classical sense, like something from a Medieval painting. I never go looking for them, they just seem to pop out at me, like they're looking for me. In some ways, it's kind of like seeing a spirit, it's never troubling, and oftentimes even a bit comforting.