// the first time I saw him it was 1:02 AM. he was propped up against the brick wall outside of my shop, cigarette in one hand, wine bottle in the other. he looked like some kind of character from a tim burton film; tall-ish, ghostly pale, complete bone frame, big tired eyes, & sloppy black curly hair, yanno? he was dressed all in black with a plain t shirt that was bigger & hung limply on his frail frame, tight jeans with one knee cut out & boots. the glossy, red eyed look he gave me told me he wasn't the slightest bit sober. so i guessed he was homeless, or maybe just wandering the streets looking for different ways to get fucked up. what I didn't guess was that he was both & would also be occupying the room next to mine at my brothers house in less than 24 hours. //All Rights Reserved
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