A few years later, or maybe it was 20 years? I don't quite know anymore- I've been trying to keep track, but I don't know. I had decided to get a cell phone! Or, an iPhone- I don't really understand them, but whatever. I had actually gotten some friends who had sent me an invitation to a party at their friends house, so I decided maybe it was a good idea to go.
I still lived in the tower of the church, but I had stopped drinking a bit, I still carry a flask of whiskey with me, but that was really it. I had made the church a bit more suitable, I had clothing and a mediocrely good bed, food, I was living the dream to be honest.
I got dressed and left the house, putting my flask in the same pocket as my cell phone and kept walking to the house. I wonder what party this is- back when I was alive we'd have fancy dancing parties- only occasionally though. Although that time at the nightclub proved that there's a lot of different types of parties now.
I got to the house and knocked on the door- whatever was going on inside was extremely loud, my ears starting to hurt a bit. I guess people actually notice me now- I mean makes sense with my red skin- anyways, one of my friends answered the door and dragged me in- obviously drunk.
I was in there for a while, just sitting- chatting and drinking, then repeat. It was fine I guess- I supposed I had gotten pretty drunk, and the last thing I remember was looking over at the front door as somebody arrived, it was a man, with white hair. I stared, he was so pretty- I want to- wait, Why the hell am I even thinking this? Disgusting. And that was really the last thing I remember from the night, looking at the Man.
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