The Roscoe, The Man
Some say he is a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma, but perhaps he is just misunderstood.
Using humour and guile to placate the vacuous rabble of associates, disassociates and faceless people that accumulate around the suave persona of The Roscoe he survives via imagination struck though poetry, art, photography and music.
Sultry seductiveness of the structure of a well-crafted group of words or the stroke of a coloured brush on canvas are what attracts him and others.
Don’t take yourself seriously or place your ego on a pedestal as time spent with The Roscoe will be short-lived and conversation tense and abrupt.
There is no place for fools in a fool’s world except for the fool himself.
The Roscoe, you may think you know him, but you will never know or understand him.
He does not even understand himself.