DAD WISHES he were a policeman. All security guards do. Lives in his navy blue, V-neck security jumper, the one with the patches stitched on the shoulders, even when he’s not at work. Polishes his shoes and irons his trousers every night. Keeps his dark hair short and tidy, brushes it over to the left, fingers in a touch of Vaseline to make it shine.
Ah man, I'm loving this other side to your dad. Maybe loving isn't the right word, but enjoying the complexities of his character maybe? From someone punching people on a train to someone painting, the creation vs destruction dynamic is really interesting.
Ah man, I'm loving this other side to your dad. Maybe loving isn't the right word, but enjoying the complexities of his character maybe? From someone punching people on a train to someone painting, the creation vs destruction dynamic is really interesting.
Have you still got the paintings/s?