A running man whose name was necessarily Ichabod.

Tim Meadows, in a kitchen-boy’s outfit, smoking outside of the Prudential Center, I swear.

a man whose eyes were upside-down

(à la)

This guy.

_{A post scriptum: as you can see, I have no idea how scooters (vespas?) work. I didn’t look it up either I just sketched real quick. You get the point.}

A grumpy-looking, overweight, befreckled redheaded boy wearing a black shirt featuring a large grey basketball, mostly obscured by sinister shadows. Beneath the graphic, the shirt read simply, “BASKETBALL.”

What a statement to make.

A small, pale boy, with dark tousled hair and glasses, lugging a backpack twice his size and squinting as he tried to explain something to his mother, wearing a tee shirt that advised:

Deny Everything