He had this glow about him, this Yoda-like centeredness, like he was cool all by himself and he didn’t care what anyone else thought. He was beautiful, with light blond hair, navy blue eyes, and a square, perfect face. You could just tell by his eyes Owen wasn’t like that. He was just a big kid, the kind that could be scary, the kind who could do some damage if he wanted to. He was probably twice my body weight then, because I was a dark-haired little runt. Owen was the biggest boy in our class, tall and wide. He just looked at me every once in a while and smiled. Another kid might have smacked the shit out of me or said something like, “See something green? Pick it off!” But Owen was chill. The first day of school, when Owen sat down next to me, I couldn’t help but stare.
Our desks, those little L-shaped wooden ones with plastic chairs, were side by side in our homeroom. Without a doubt, the luckiest thing that ever happened to me was that I became best friends with Owen Nelson. Look, personally I’ve got very little in the physical gifts department, clear? But when it comes to art, I can draw the fuck out of anything.
And a few are born with solid, stocky frames that muscle up, a talent for strategic thinking, and a pit bull-like tenacity that allow them to become champion wrestlers. Others are born incredibly tall, with hands the size of dinner plates, and they’re just made to slam-dunk basketballs. It’s a gift, the way some people are born with lungs and musical ears that let them wail like an opera star. I know it’s not going to be easy to become a paid comic book artist, but I was born with a talent for drawing. Then again, I’ve had this lucky thing going for me all my life. And, sappiest of all, I’ve dreamt about having Wisconsin state champion wrestler, Owen Nelson, as my boyfriend. I’ve dreamt of traveling all over the world, maybe to comic book conventions, where I’d sit at one of those tables signing my name for fans who are as adoring and geeky as I am now. Since the seventh grade, I’ve dreamt that one day I would live in Manhattan and work as a comic book artist for DC. You’d think I would have grown up with modest ambitions, but no. My dad drives a truck, and my mother sells Avon and Tupperware. I graduated from high school in Jefferson, Wisconsin. The first thing you should know is that I am the biggest, sappiest dreamer in the world. My name is Jordan Carson and this story is about Pin Man, my superhero.
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