And there he sits. Against the wall, ass on the floor, hoodie over his dark locks. His five o’clock shadow is in full gear, and it only adds to the whole depressed-fallen-athlete look he’s going for. He’s fit in Nike from head to toe, and even from his seated position, I can tell he’s too tall for his position as a running back. His legs are long and extremely toned, like some sort of genetically engineered cheetah.
