Back in the 80s it had been my dream to be a comic book writer. Spent some time living in Manhatten, but nothing i did ever got picked up and I couldn't land a spot on a major title... even as freelance.
Last night i got an inspiration for a book but I've got no idea as to how to even find and artist or how to market it, so, here it is in just a written format. There's very little description to be provided on purpose. I don't want give you a picture of the character and i don't want him to have a name for now. There may be incongrueities and most will be on purpose as well, I want to give the impression of a fractured ego, a lack of sense of self... a destroyed narcicissist. Everything you read is what the character is thinking, hearing, seeing and, as I am writing this on the fly, so to speak, please excuse the typos, misspellings and such, eventually I'll fix them.
So, I present the gritty chronicles... Feed back appreciated...
DP