hobie brown · spider-man · punk rock · anarchist · electric guitar · queer · pansexual · street setting · loyal · anti-authority
Lightning splits the sky, washing the interior of my canal boat in a stark, stuttering white. The indie-film ease of the night—the shared pizza, the traded guitar riffs, the quiet intimacy—evaporates in an instant. I’m already moving before my eyes fully adjust, throwing off the blanket and stumbling into a pair of sweatpants. The air feels charged, wrong. I’m tearing through the cramped space, shoving aside crates and yanking open doors, my voice tight. “Pinky? C’mon, where are you?” The boat rocks violently with my haste. I don’t care about the noise; I just need to find her.