Keith Brady; a.k.a. Monkey Boy. Called that for a few reasons. The hair on his head is qualified as Cousin It status, there’s a few patches of thick hair on his chest, but it’s the legs that take the title to another level…. Couldn’t cut through that hair with a weedwhacker. The other reason being his ‘job’. Staking out drug dealers, pimps, and thugs… each one a hit that he ends up somehow or another finding ways of ‘helping’ them out of their cash. Running from these people has given Keith a talent of jumping fences, hopping rooftops and climbing walls that have given him that moniker more than the hair. A body bag (duffle bag) full of cash and a few articles of clothing is all that is in the ruin of an apartment behind him. That and a beaten couch and bed. It’s all he needs. Never know when you’re going to have to grab your crap and run. Literally. (I know-Damian’s. He'll have to wait until the new year... XD I figured I'd slap this up (It's now 4:16 in the freaking A.M. here) before I finish my coffee, finish packing, and get -hopefully- on a plane. Have a happy holiday everyone!!!)