Full-length view, the entire figure visible from head to feet, standing upright and centered in a filthy shared-dormitory room — a bare stained mattress, empty bottles, a torn Spider-Man poster with its face taped over on the wall behind. A young man in his mid-twenties, pale slightly sweaty skin, gaunt narrow face with a manic wide-eyed stare, bloodshot red-rimmed eyes, a thin string of drool at the corner of his grinning mouth, tongue half out. Messy tangled greasy dark hair sticking up in all directions. Big round dragonfly-lens sunglasses knocked askew on his nose. Thin wiry build. He wears baggy loose family-style boxer shorts and — absurdly — a pair of nude pantyhose pulled over his head like a mask, legs dangling. Bare feet on the dirty floor, one hand reaching forward, unhinged laughing expression.
