In My Head

I was Stan Lee for a moment with a crew of characters in my head. Four bad [ass] guys and one good girl. Well, except for her several personalities and lemonade moustache. Every hero has a flaw. I imagine green eyes and deductions, scowling, and trash talk. It is what I'm used to and what I keep hearing. Private things should be kept private. I exposed myself with images twirled from hand to pen to paper. I lost all royalties and didn't even get to see the premier. Probably best, I'm a hell of a critic.