Eli was one of our other two roommates. He was like a cleaner version of Cam. No dirty jokes. No depression. No empty cans of AXE lying around his room. No heroin. Eli was like a cooler, and way more socially isolated version of Cameron...so I can see how they landed together. But all in all they weren't alike at all.
Eli was one of those people that could only be described as, "the type of guy that likes a tucked in shirt and high waisted jean". Yknow the type I'm talking about? The shamelessly 80s kid that looks like a hot extra from napoleon dynamite? Yeah. That kinda guy. Eli was shy, and pretty to himself for the first few weeks i moved in. He barely took the time to greet me let alone get to know me.
He just disappeared into his room to listen to his Artic Monkeys playlist. Every time I so much as said hey to him, he would just return the gesture with a grunt, a shrug or an awkward wave. His deadpan expression never failed to make me giggle. Eli was the kind of kid that just wasnt hugged enough as a child and even though now we all know him better and have seen him vulnerable and friendly...he could 100% pass a sociopathy test any day.
Maybe that's why he could live with Cam and his heroin addiction. He just pretended it wasnt happening or acting totally oblivious. I always found that amusing. He just lived in blissful ignorance to almost everything. The crackheads in the subway, the gang affiliated city kids lurking in the doorways of traphouses, the suspicious police officers on every corner, eyeing him didnt even make him flinch. He seemed to just move through everything like some sort of terminator.
Eli could sleep through a tsunami siren or wake up to world war three and stay as cool as he was normally. It was like nothing fazed him. He just sped through life in the fast lane, bulldozing everything in his wake with a nonchalant eyebrow hike or monotone comment.
I didnt mind that about him though. His humor was great and although yes- he was tough to understand...he was perfect for when you felt overwhelmed. You could tell him about everything and he would probably just nod and then ask, "Are you gonna finish those leftovers in the fridge". All in all Eli was the least likely person to get involved in what we did...but somehow we strung him along.
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