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My Buddy's Roommate, Chris"Hay. Can i come over nd hang out just while i wait for chris to close up his restaurant? u live right next to it and i just need somewhere to chill for like 10 mins"
Are you kidding me with your spelling right now, Brendan? I mentally tsked as I read his text; I quickly typed out a reply: "Uh, sure, come on over, dude."
It was about 10 p.m., and I was already pajama-clad, so I was a little irritated at having to prepare for company. Alas, I couldn't turn Brendan away, especially if he only wanted to hang out for a couple of minutes while his roommate closed up shop. Weird, I had lived next to that Boston Market for a couple of years now, had probably crossed paths with Chris multiple times during my occasional stops in there for food, but I had still never met the guy personally. I'd heard plenty about him, though. Most of which made me kind of reluctant to meet him.
I wasn't sure what was true, what was exaggerated, and what was just flat-out lies, but what I knew of Chris was
Asher Sisk: BioName: Asher Hennessy Sisk / "Ash"
Birthday: May 6th, 1991 (age 21)
Birthplace: Vancouver, BC Canada
Species: Spotted Dog
Occupation: Pop culture reporter / vlogger / YouTuber
6'3", 159 lbs.
pale tan fur with dark brown flecks, some white; tail is curly and white
chocolate brown hair, shaved on the sides and around the back, and spiked up top
bright amber eyes
lean, athletic frame
slightly droopy ears, swivel around crazily when he's excited
has a tattoo of a cherry on his left shoulder - he was drunk
very energetic and boyish
obsessed with Star Wars
doesn't like dating, or screwing around; just wants to wait for the right girl and isn't really in a rush to fall in love
[Bullet; Black] ADHD
[Bullet; Black] very soci
on old sanzu - absolutely true fictionlast fall i stole my friend down by the tama river. we sang. we danced. we skipped dead fish like rocks and watched them get swallowed by the undertow. we got sick off of bad chinese food and went skinny-dipping and then a week later she drowned herself.
her uncle was a yakuza, i think, but he really just wanted to be al pacino or something. anyway, she loved him a lot. maybe that’s why she went down the way she went down; cement shoes. not real cement, but it was the same idea. she had two cloth bags with yellow-painted cinderblocks inside, and they were tied to her ankles like the prisoners’ chains from o brother where art thou.
in my mind’s eye i can see her, limping dreadfully close to the edge of the current, her left hand gripping at her breasts through a loose t-shirt. kneeling by the wastelands, elbows in the gravel, crawling forward out into the water. angry like a dermis under wool, all teeth and salt and sand. sleepy, submissive, sublimated.
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