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My eyes opened before I heard the voice.
"Get up."
There was a spat, and something fluid-y landed in front of my face, barely missing me. It was brown, and it took me a moment to register that whoever it was, they were chewing tobacco. I rolled over, away from it, and sat up. It was bright, and all of a sudden I felt really hot. A slight wind blew, not very cooling, but it threw sand into my face. A desert, how the hell did I get to the middle of the desert?
"Still a lil out of it, huh?" The person crouched in front of me, blocking the blinding sun for now. He, she, whatever sex it belonged to, looked at me, studying my face, still smacking on that chew. "You were out of it last night too, rambling on and on about a bomb or something. Something that was gonna go 'boom'." He made a hand motion, and stood up. I rubbed my eyes for a moment, and then something was thrown at by my feet. I glanced with one eye; a water canteen. I looked up, confused. I must've been ******** up last night, for me to be this disoriented now.
"Drink it."
I did, opening and smelling the bottle first. He laughed.
"Chill, its just water."
I drank some, or most of it, at least half of the bottle and passed it up. He took it. I looked back at him, trying to figure out who he was. Light, light brown hair, styled in a fohawk, like P!nk's in her '09 music video of Funhouse. Okay, '09, I can remember that, six years ago. I remember Ann being obsessed with P!nk, singing along with that annoying, too high pitched voice of hers. God, that girl was tone deaf.
His hair was red at the ends, longer on one side than the other, it looked like he just took a can of spray paint to his head. His face was covered in piercings; his left eyebrow was pierced with a gold ring, with two gold rings through the cartilage of his left ear and a stud through his lobe, and two more rings through the lobe of his other ear. His nose on the right side had a stud, and under his lip looked like there was a hole for a piercing there. He smiled, showing, suprisingly, very white, clean teeth, then licked his lips, revealing piercing number nine; his tongue.
I racked my brain. Who was this guy? I never hanged out with any freaks, how did I end up waking up in some half torn down shack with him? Well, at least all he did was chew, nothing smelled like weed, no sign of alcohol...
"Take a picture; it'll last longer." He said, putting out a hand. I grabbed it, and he pulled me up. That's when I realized I really was ******** messed up and disoriented.
This guy had boobs. ******** huge ones.
This guy, was a chick.
How the hell did I miss that before?

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Bleagh.
I really wanted to draw that character, but I like, so cant draw at all, and its really ******** pissing me off, so yeah.
I write instead.