My night as a body guard.
The ginger with multiple names ate the last piece of cheese. BCBG was alittle too into himself and sniffed the rose (that he brought for and unplanned imaginary date) for an uncomforitable amount of time, stating that he only likes how a rose smells for the first 4 hours…creep. Superbad, .2 seconds of Grandmas Boy, Music, Portishead. Sleep.
Wake up. D sleeping, dog shits on floor, sun and the heat it generates is flowing into the room. Drive home. D texts, gingers awake. Doesnt get the hint to GET THE HELL OUT! Uses D’s foot file without asking…Oatmeal. Ciao deusch.
