sixth of December. nineteen seventy-nine.

It was a few days after Pink Floyd released their eleventh studio album. A concept album which everyone turned crazy about, especially the song Another Brick In The Wall PT two. Roger was thirty-six, He stood tall at six feet and three inches tall. Roger had dark brown hair which reached to his shoulders. He had deep green eyes. Roger was usually seen wearing black, today - as usual, he wore a black t-shirt and black jeans. Roger was a smoker, in the mornings, you could smell the foul stench of cigarette smoke coming from downstairs, usually he had to go outside to smoke.

Roger would take pictures of you without your knowledge, he looked at you like you were a piece of art - but of course, he didn't really know how to turn the sound of, you heard the click when he took the picture, also you could see a grin creep onto his face, he was a strange but very loving man.

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