vernon kennedy;
lives a very organized breed of chaos that just isn’t sustainable for most people that aren’t him. his filing system consists of vast piles of paperwork across his desk, which have at this point all merged into one terrifying mess that he just sweeps into a drawer when he has company. he briefly had a legit accountant, who had a mild breakdown and threw in the towel. he’s juggling more credit cards than he can count, and when they get maxed out, he pays it off with…. more credit cards. also, most of his personal note-taking is fucking indecipherable. and he keeps money and blow and fake IDs stashed away in various places like a squirrel ‘just in case’. but whatever, baby. it works for him. he’s actually very good at keeping track of these things, or putting out the ensuing fires when he doesn’t. mostly.
feels weird and vaguely naked without the shades, an $8,000 watch, and at least three chains. actual clothing is mostly optional though.
is rocking the 2 gold teeth because… he got them busted in lockup. i know i said he actually broke them trying to open a brewski with his teeth, but i changed my mind, babey. realistically, he got a couple teeth messed up pretty bad fighting in prison. he got the gold fronts done for cheap abroad later, since he was ‘cleaning up his image’ and trying to associate with less people that kill each other (operative word being ‘trying’) while still making good sketchy money. chicks dig it. the beer bottle thing is probably his cover story when it’s not convenient.
is still trying to convince his son indiana to eat vegetables. he is 25.
