Helloo-Nurse

In a way, he feels like the ugly stepsister. The bad fairy. The fat kid with braces and acne. People who are forgotten when all they want is to belong...except, he couldn't care less if he's invited or not. He'll be there in his best suit, his hair freshly greased and his makeup smeared. He'll make himself belong, the only way he knows how: by force. It's showtime. For the last month or so, he's been whispering his name into the ears of passed out junkies, so that when they wake up in the morning, fingers missing, they'll know who to thank. He's been stringing entrails over elementary schools, dancing in the blood to hide all footprints. H