He left college in Aberdeen just a handful of credits shy of a degree in urban social development to actually live in an urbanized social development (“with way better weather”).
Though he sports northwestern fixed gear intimidation like a second skin, it’s clearly just a familiar coat from harsher environments (he sheds it like a winter coat in spring the instant he starts to speak).
Now he reads crime novels (because he can) and sucks in bits of California between pulls of hand rolled cigarettes and coffee.
His head now firmly in the clouds: his feet loosely in the street.
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