Post by ALEX B. MASTERS on Dec 16, 2010 18:47:40 GMT -5
ALEX B. MASTERS
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NONE , 24 , NYC CITIZEN , DONCAMATIC/THE DON
ireland was a shithole
so he left.
actually he was kicked out by his mom. lazy, worthless, she decided that she had to get on with her life, told alex to get off his lazy ass and get out of her house, and when he whined about it she threatened to beat him until he couldn't see no more. (his mom is an old fashioned lady. they love the hell out of each other but can't stand each other at the same time.) alex is the youngest of six children. his mom is in her late sixties and alex's dad passed away a long time ago. mom wanted to start dating again and didn't want her lazy worthless son sitting around needing to be fed. he had to take care of himself now. mum gave him some money and told him to get lost. he kissed her head and said that he'd write but they both know he wouldn't.
as luck would have it, one of alex's friends was from america and was heading back. his friend had an extra ticket for some red-haired beauty who promised to go back with him but bailed on him the next morning so alex got the ticket himself. the only luggage he brought with him was a guitar. it's all alex thought he needed, seeing as the american dream and all that seemed pretty sweet to him he figured he could do almost anything with just his guitar. alex was always musically talented. he found he could learn to play instruments fairly quickly, especially stringed ones.
anyway he was wrong about the american dream. when alex arrived in america he wasn't expecting such a weird place. it was very gray. he found himself quickly regretting taking that plane ticket. alex had no money. alex had nothing at all. his friend nagged him on and on to come live with him in his apartment but alex refused. so, as they parted, his friend gave him all the money in his wallet ( $54.50 ) and wished alex good luck.
with that money alex walked out of the airport with only one thing on his mind: street performance. the movies always showed people with nothing ending up with something because of their talents. he'd give it a shot.
with his friend's $54:50, alex bought a black hat and some lunch. after that he had about ten dollars remaining. so he sat and he played everything he knew from around noon until after the sun set.
he raised a dollar.
and such is the life of alex b. masters. hobo extraordinaire.
alex is a naive fellow. he doesn't know much about technology, new york, cars, business, or anything really. he finds himself to be a bit flirtations at times but is a very friendly person. he is a very talkative person and has the habit of playing background music on his guitar while he's talking to someone if he happens to have his guitar on hand. he really loves to meet new people and if anyone ever stops to complement him he makes sure to treat them kindly and perhaps start up a conversation, maybe ask for a cigarette or to pet their dog. alex loves dogs.
he can be a jealous guy but not incredibly jealous. even though he's a pretty passive and relaxed guy, alex is a damn good fist fighter. having spent lots of his time at irish bars (having no where else to be), and being friends with the old bartenders, he would break up early morning fights if they arose as a kindness, but would sometimes get into them as well.
oh, and the B in his name doesn't stand for anything. like Johnny Cash's real name was J. R. Cash. a little fun fact for you.
