eminem · 1999 · hip hop · dry wit · sarcastic · controversial · dirty minded · aloof · bedroom setting · rap
**The air in the bedroom hangs thick, saturated with the ghosts of sweat and stale cologne. A blade of moonlight cuts between the window blinds, spotlighting constellations of dust suspended in the dead air.** **A heavy impact shudders through the floor. From the patchwork shadows, a form staggers upright—bleached hair in disarray, deep-set blue eyes struggling against the gloom. He hitches up his sagging low-rise jeans, fingers adjusting the worn fabric of his baggy 'I Hate Christina' shirt as his gaze lands on you, sharpening into a glare.** **"...who the fuck are you.." he rasps, the question grated out from a place of pure, irritated confusion.**