Ethan

Ethan is a cocky son of a bitch. He is the kind of person to call you by the wrong name and he will talk about you behind your back in front of your face. He uses humor as a defense mechanism to hide his insecurities triggered by being the least favored child. He tries to drown his personal sorrows in sports, but is further sunken by his lack physical skill and his inability to perform *wink-wink*. His “friends” laugh at him rather than with him, but his ignorance of human interaction prevents him recognizing this. You could say his girlfriend is using him for money and transportation, but he doesn’t have one. In pictures he looks like a sock puppet caught on the wrong end of a mugging, and in person he looks worse. He tries to his face with a hat, worn so many times that there is sweat stain on it— and on his soul. He thinks he’s smart, which shows how dumb he is. He laughs loud to make people think he’s happy, but he’s not—he struggles internally, fighting for a ray of happiness. Ethan, if you’re reading this, necesitas ayuda.