I used to listen to his tracks a lot, haven't broke him out in a while.
Lol, you purposefully enjoy the wonderfully frustrating and hair pulling side affects of hallucination things that arn't there. That's an interesting hobby.
Oi, do it laddie! It'll be fun.
Gives me lots of stuff to write about.
My Spotify suggested a playlist of his. The Spotify has spoken, it must be obeyed.
-last edited on Apr 18, 2018 17:42:58 GMT by TheGreatCon: Wrong color...and spacing again. :l XD
Post by TheGreatCon on Apr 18, 2018 17:42:02 GMT
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Mateo and I paused outside the door after school was done. “See you on there?” He raised an eyebrow.
“What’s your username?”
“Guess.”
“Got it, then.” I slung my backpack further up on my shoulder, and the strap promptly came apart. I yanked a safety pin out of my pocket, and snapped it back in place. I’d duct tape it later.
I wished I could head straight for my laptop, but instead I headed for my job, which was waste management, basically trash guys. We weren’t very good at it, if the streets were any measurement of our effectiveness. It was a losing battle.
It wasn’t my turn to drive the truck today, so it was going to pure misery. I think I’d try three pairs of gloves today, and hope they didn’t soak all the way through.
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Later I logged on, massaging my shoulders. It had been a long shift, and it was well past dusk right now. The screen lit up my little alcove, and I smiled. My home was up here. Forget the smelly, person-infested basement. I’d live up here if it wasn’t for the lack of a substantial roof. It didn’t look like rain tonight anyways, so I quickly made up my mind I wasn’t leaving.
A long while back, after I had first discovered it, I had strung a power cord up here. It had been elaborate, and had involved stealing the power from one of the outlets below and smashing a hole in the roof, but I had got it up here. Don’t worry, I used duct tape to seal the hole, the leaks came from elsewhere.
This was the best free wifi in the city. I was convinced of that. Who knew where the waves came from, but it was there, and it didn’t require a password. The best things in life are still free.
My laptop was in better shape physically than, let’s say, the country, but not by much. It was a trusty old thing, though, and was practically clean as far as memory goes. I had made sure to wipe all my old games off before installing this one.
I booted it up, and it dropped me straight back into LEGO Minifigures Online.
School was about the last thing I wanted to do when I awoke in the morning. I almost decided to play hooky, but then I realized that Mateo would smash me if I didn’t show.
So, with a heavy sigh, I shouldered my slashed backpack, and hurried off. I grabbed a doughnut on my way there, tossing the usual buck to the baker. I’d eat something more economical, such as oatmeal, except they didn’t exactly supply a stove in the communal basement.
School was held inside an old warehouse. Empty crates were used for desks. The teacher used a concrete wall as a whiteboard, and spray-paint as an eraser. That’s the one thing we do have an abundance of down here: spray-paint. No clue why.
Mateo was halfway up. I slipped onto the crate with him. You sat on them during lecture time, and kneeled next to them to use them as a writing surface whenever we actually had paper to work with.
My education has been sketchy, to say the least.
My teacher informed us today’s topic was the previous history of the CONfederation of Disunited States (my emphasis). I’m not so sure he was qualified to teach this, but it turns out that, in fact, he had a great-aunt (who he had never met) who lived there! He definitely knew his stuff!
Mateo nudged me. “Did it finish loading?” For your convenience, I shall translate the conversations to English, and change the first letter of every third word. Just kidding about the second part.
“Nope. You missed my funeral.”
“How’d you like it?”
“Amazing, man.” I shook my head. “I’m in LEGO Minifigures Online right now.”
Mateo fake-gagged. “The worst portal man, the worst!”
“I used to play the game.” I shrugged. “Anyways, you like Friends better?”
This time he gagged for real.
“WAS IT SOMETHING YOU ATE, OR SOMETHING ALEJANDRO SAID, MATEO?” The teacher boomed at us.
Mateo pointed at me, as if trying to pass the guilt on. I rolled my eyes.
Our instructor went back to his rambling lecture, and I attempted to stay attentive.
This is good. And well conveying of the times you went semi- and fully inactive.
Lol, you purposefully enjoy the wonderfully frustrating and hair pulling side affects of hallucination things that arn't there. That's an interesting hobby.
Oi, do it laddie! It'll be fun.
Gives me lots of stuff to write about.
My Spotify suggested a playlist of his. The Spotify has spoken, it must be obeyed.
XD Lol, this is either really funny….or really scary.
NOw, if I CON just remember where I stopped... 
That made me laugh way harder then it should have, haha. ^-^![[derp]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/YqNTPqyQUocVMYXZgUAI.png)
You, my friend, are doing a fantabulous job! *Happy little jig CONtinues* 
He either had insider information, or had her cooking before. 
Can anyone say salmonella? 
I haven't done one of those in so long. 
NOw, if I CON just remember where I stopped...