Appearances
He stands there like a private eye,
flicking a zippo and leaning on a
window. Trench coat and fedora,
cigarette butt under the heel,
seen behind the wheel of
a '69 Ford Mustang, teal.
"What'll you have, mister?"
barkeep asks.
He saunters up to the bar,
scratching his beard, looking
fierce with that scar.
"Nothing thank you. The comic book
convention is next door, I'm just wandering
around. Do you like my costume?"
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