GarrulousGibberish

It was early but already dark out when Johnny C. came to the park and sat down on the stone bench. He was wearing a black shirt with a picture of Happy Noodle Boy with a purple background. The long sleeves had thick black and white stripes. His pants, like his sleeves, had thick black and white stripes. Black leather boots came up to his knees and they steel, cloven toes. The slight wind made the two strands of nearly-black blue hair that fell in front of his face go into his eyes, causing him to blink. Johnny absentmindedly turned a plastic spork over in his hands. He had just gone to the Taco Smell that they had there. It was the first tim