this morning #2193.

this morning, all that was now left of his life was the pseudonym he’d scrawled on various surfaces all around the city for more than a decade. a handle he’d selected when he was barely out of his teens & ended up sticking with all the way up until the day that he took his final breath—SCREAM GEEK. written in bold letters on walls & bridges. billboards & signage. no one knew the true meaning behind the name. friends. family. the police. in fact, all he knew of the name was that, when he came up with it, it just sounded cool. cryptic. also, he was super zooted. by the time he started considering its inanity, it was far too late. he’d painted himself into a corner. already made a name for himself. SCREAM GEEK. now gone. passed on but forever a known quantity in certain circles.