Mr A Man, watching life pass him by.

Mr A, (Action to his friends) would have preferred a Cosmopolitan,
but finds his pre-formed plastic hand will only allow him to hold butch,
manly beers or the occasional alchopop.
He wonders whether he should have done the Theatre design course when he was 20, instead of learning how to to survive in the wilderness with only a broken 2B pencil and a twisted, sardonic lip.

The ability to pierce tin cans with his nipples was something he was born with.