The Very, Very Earliest Beginnings of a Potential Story I'm Co-Writing with a Friend and I May Have Stolen From My Dad, I can't remember for sure

Shady.

That was the only way to describe him.

He appeared on rainy days on State Street in Bakersfield. He was always headed east, and always wearing a large, grey trenchcoat. His physique was altogether forgettable. Medium build, bland features, bland hair. He walked all hunched over like a timid high-schooler.