Tom, Dick and Harry

OH!LIVE HER!
(After a night of passionate love making at the local town brothel, Harlem Harry approaches the manager at the desk)

HH: "um, excuse me sir, but could i have some more?"


POST-IT
(Pricky Dick to his new secretary as he strolls in on a Monday afternoon)

PD: "Listen missy, and write this down will you.
My name is Dick. and i've always been a late-comer. (wink)"


TOUCHE~
(Inside Temperamental Tom's head as he stares lustingly at Dick's new secretary)

voice 1: "remember Tom, whatever be the case - you never mow another bro's lawn"
voice 2: "hmm... what if the grass is greener on the other side?"

return: spoiler alert

so a few months back, i had this idea of three characters. I wanted to write about them, just anything - how they are, what they think, doodles, lines, anything. i never got down to it, so am trying some stuff now.
bear with me for the first few tries.

for a quick recap, here's a little backgrounder to what i was thinking:

Richard - now known as 'pricky dick' (a.k.a. tharak tantrik in his hay days) has, as is his name would suggest an urge he cant really resist. Shape, size, colour, orientation, structure, texture are irrelevant to him. He's pricky and well is a vulture - swooping in on a prey, smelling the blood. In his life there are no zebra crossings, and definitely no red blinking man. A cross between Barney Stinson and Donald Trump.

Harold - growing up in the roughest of towns, 'harlem harry' (a.k.a. baba baladkari) has seen the tough side of life. He's lived, fed, bled and pulled his way to the top. But while he might be wearing a suit now and then, and drive a black cadillac, the savage in him still survives. He likes it mean & dirty - quantity over quality. The brothels of harlem were his first taste of purity and he hasn't sipped another cup since. Hookers, he believes are man's best friend - they listen to your instructions, don't shed on the sofa, and leave the house when dirty.

Thomas - also goes by 'temperamental tom' (a.k.a. pyasa pujjari). Stuck between a rock and a hard place. We'll - figuratively at least. He believes in being a decent guy, and unlike some of his other colleagues is still looking for love, life, peace and all that jazz. But unfortunately, a man isn't always in control and as the years sweep by, he's become horny as hell. These opposing motivations confuse his very being and actions. He might be mushy at one point and desperate at the other. tender at first base, trouble at the second. a ticking time bomb that is waiting to blow.

So here it is, three men - friends who's personalities compliment and often conflict with each other. i like to call 'em Tom, Dick & Harry.


SHAKE-EH-SPEAR

(Harlem Harry and Pricky Dick after watching a performance of Hamlet)

HH: "TO BIG OR NOT TO BIG... now that shouldve been the real question"
PD: "baah. he knew the answer to that. why else would he wear tights all day?"


(Temperamental Tom in an unrelated moment of deep contemplation)

TT: "if music be the food of love, (pause) i'm pretty sure i'd fork Beyonce on the go.
a leg piece perhaps. they are rather easy to grab."