Greasy black hair. Deep-lined wrinkles in a scowl that was embedded in his very being. Hair all over. His black sheer mesh shirt displayed tufts of his oily, nasty body fur that oozed through the pores of the fabric. The shirt's frilly lace cuffs would have been effeminate on almost anyone else. He just looked meaner for them. His dark Mediterranean skin, coal black eyes, and Neanderthal features were the perfect canvas for his completely black wardrobe with accents of silver jewelry. There was a rumor that he worked with the Beatles back in the day. There are all kinds of stories in Nashville though.
Mr. Audia
Mr. Audia
Mr. Audia
Greasy black hair. Deep-lined wrinkles in a scowl that was embedded in his very being. Hair all over. His black sheer mesh shirt displayed tufts of his oily, nasty body fur that oozed through the pores of the fabric. The shirt's frilly lace cuffs would have been effeminate on almost anyone else. He just looked meaner for them. His dark Mediterranean skin, coal black eyes, and Neanderthal features were the perfect canvas for his completely black wardrobe with accents of silver jewelry. There was a rumor that he worked with the Beatles back in the day. There are all kinds of stories in Nashville though.