Introduction
"You ever wish you were an alien? I like to think about that. One day our mother ship is gunna drop down from the skies and pick up all of Earth's little nobodies, collect them together, tell 'em to buckle up, then blast off home never to be seen again." Evan's eyes darted back and forth as he spoke. "What? You asked me what I was thinking."
In Utero
What else should I be?
Evan was born April 6, 1994, into the loving embrace of a very angry couple. Their marriage lasted about as long as it took Evan to understand what bastard his father was, so 6 years. Evan's father left and never looked back. Leaving Evan alone with his Bipolar, alcoholic mother. She wasn't abuse, she just ignored him. He didn't hate her, he just didn't care much for her at all. In this way, his childhood, while unpleasant was in no way unique. He never felt special and in some ways that was good and in others, not so good.
When school started up for Evan he hated it. He acted out and broke the rules at every available opportunity. Most of the teachers hated his guts. But, by the time he started junior high he began to show some actual artistic talent. Making morbid scenes and painting. Collages that we both extremely strange and somehow beautiful. Around 8th grade his aunt, the only adult in his life that he didn't hate, gave him a guitar. A cheapo beat up acoustic that he had to re-tune daily, but he loved it.
By his 11th year in high school he was known as the kid that played guitar. He took it with him everywhere. It got him his first group of friends, his first kiss and eventually it led to his first honest pay sitting on the side of the street playing and singing both his own songs and songs of his favorite bands.
He didn't finish high school though, it just wasn't in him. So a month into his senior year he dropped out and just started playing guitar all the time everyday around town.
Nevermind
It's fun to lose and to pretend
Evan's a very shy person. He always had a hard time being open with people and he never much liked them either. He, like his mother, suffers from Bipolar disorder. Sometimes he's a god that can do no wrong, and sometimes he has trouble getting up in the morning.
People do seem to like him though, when he lets them in. He can be a bit of an ass and a bit insensitive, but the strange and broken seem to listen to him when he talks. Someone even once told him that he gave them hope.
He didn't understand.
Bleach
In my eyes I'm not lazy
Now, during the day, Evan does what he does best. He sits on the side of the busiest street in town, near a coffee shop, plays his guitar and sings whatever comes into his head. People seem to really enjoy his signing and songs and they even occasionally give him some money. It's enough to survive, but only barely.
At night he sulks away to the rougher part of town and lives in a rather run down apartment.
He often partakes in drugs and alcohol. Heroin is his drug of choice and he partakes often. He's tried to stop in the past, but it never goes well for him. So for now he's gunna keep digging himself a hole playing his guitar on the side of the road near a quaint little coffee shop.
