Full-length view, the entire figure visible from head to feet, standing upright in a filthy dormitory room — young man in his early twenties, lean and slightly gangly build, pale unhealthy skin, wild manic bloodshot eyes with a crazed unfocused stare, greasy tangled matted brown hair sticking out in all directions, dragonfly-style oversized round tinted glasses knocked crookedly askew on his face, a thin strand of drool hanging from his open grinning mouth, tongue half out. He wears only baggy loose family-style boxer shorts with a faded pattern, and a pair of sheer pantyhose pulled over his head and hair like a mask, the leg-legs dangling. Bare skinny legs and bare feet on a stained bare mattress. Behind him a torn Spider-Man poster with its face taped over. Chaotic, deranged, comedic energy.
