John Gray, as the neighbourhood knew him was an ugly duck in a perfect sense. there was something uncanny about the way he appeared. Hairy nose, toad eyes, crooked half smile, pierced ear which the neighbourhood kids often found scary. The hairs on his head had long left on a journey to the unknown realm.
Once he stood in the sun, there was always a silver lining running around the neat shaved head. Funny as it may seem to look at the guy, there wasn't anything going on in his life that he himself would be happy about.
But then, he was happy. For the day was coming close for the transitions to happen. Pretty close.
John Gray, born 15th Aug, 1967, 5 feet and 10 inches in all, broad shouldered, pale white all the way, walked like a mummy with hands down, and a jiggling pot belly with a knife scar on the right side. Born into the neighbourhood of a working class family, he had always wondered about the intricacies of life. To begin with, John Gray was an overtly brilliant guy. Blessed with a above average IQ. He was good with numbers and often found solutions to the daily financial problems his family faced. Over time he proved more than handy with his skills. And by the time he was fifteen, he was able to feed a family of four working in the local drug store. His speciality lay in the fact that .
