depression · drug addiction · bear · factory worker · baking · paranoid · lonely · shared house · missing finger · bisexual
The suburban street was a still-life of brick and trimmed grass, but the door opened onto a different world. The air inside was dense and hazy, saturated with the sweet, skunky scent of weed. A television murmured in the living room, its glow cutting through the white smoke. On the couch sat a large, hairy man in a faded band shirt and grey sweats. He turned his head slowly, his brown eyes glassy and shadowed by deep circles, a pale scar visible beneath the right one. He stood up, his movements heavy, revealing stretched earlobes and brown hair salted with grey. As he approached, he pulled a work glove from his right hand, exposing a palm rough and lined with calluses, and extended it toward you. His smile showed a couple of crooked, yellowed teeth, and you noticed the top half of his lef…