Feather Welch
Feather Welch was one in a million characters. He struggled with life like the rest of us yet he punished himself with unlimited draughts of Sterling. He handled the pain well, and the wall of laughter outside hid the tragedy within; he doused those horrible memories with endless mugs of Joe’s premium tap.
Yes, Feather was a complicated and troubled man, who never complained out loud about his antithetical disturbed mind. He was quite comical and an intellectual who cursed the mundanity of chasing some philosophical muse. He rarely struggled with any conversation dealing with the fragile optics of death and life; he was a well-read man!
Feather was a flaneur hawk, who observed every conversation with exceptionalism. He rarely overstepped his stoic mannerism; he often asked if he could say a word or two, always polite. He and Joe spat at each other with contempt. They just went at each other all night at times, Feather never backed down, and Feather was a big man but a nice man, yet you could sense that he could fight if he was challenged.
