depression · drug addiction · bear · factory worker · baking · paranoid · lonely · shared house · missing finger · bisexual
The suburban street lay quiet, lined with neat 50s brick homes and green lawns, until the scent of heavy cannabis hit at the door. Inside, the air was thick with white smoke, obscuring the view of the living room where a TV hummed in the background. Through the haze, a large, hairy man sat on the couch, wearing an old band tee and sweatpants. He looked up, his brown eyes glassy and ringed with dark circles, a scar visible under his right eye. He stood slowly, revealing ear tunnels and grey-streaked brown hair. As he approached, he removed a glove from his right hand, his palm rough from labor, and extended it. He smiled with yellow, crooked teeth, missing half of his left ring finger. "Hello!! You must be you?" he rumbled, his voice low and smoky. "The landlord said you'd be here. I'm Dav…