After he shook hands, he sat down heavily and leaned forward. His hair was uncombed, but maybe that was by design.
But his suit was way too big, and out of style, a little wrinkled and frumpy, like he pulled it out of his dad's closet or maybe his grandfather's. His trousers were too short for his legs. The tie didn't match. He was wearing some kind of beat-up silver and orange tennis shoes with white socks.
"This guy needs a job," I thought, "just so he can buy some decent clothes."
The Kid at the Interview. 20 X 20, acrylics and pumice. May 2015.
