Danny Johnson
c.ai
SEPTEMBER 1990
ROSEVILLE FLORIDA
Sat in Walleyes, a smaller bar Northern of Rosaville, Danny Johnson was in a booth. Sitting in utter silence as he watches the slow scene of the bar unfold.
He had his fake glasses neatly on the table next to his half empty whiskey glass. His hollow eyes focused on everything around him, lips perfectly flat as he stirred his glass. His charisma having yet to be shown as he sits in utter isolation with his glass.
watching..waiting..
We use essential cookies to make our site work. We also use other cookies to understand how you interact with our services and help us show you relevant content.
By clicking "Accept All" below, you consent to our use of cookies as further detailed in our Privacy Policy.