[01 private domicile | video]

[theblowfish]

So uh, at first I thought this was just a temporary thing. You know, get dumped off in the ball pit while Mom and Dad eat a cheeseburger or whatever. But now I'm stuck here? [He's not sure if that's a statement or a question.]

What the fuck?

[The Welcome Center was nice and everything, but he didn't expect the change to be permanent.]

I got shit to do back home, yo. I never finished my stuffed crust or showed by baby bro Locomotive Breath or got to see Kanye flip his shit in concert. 

Just show me where the Greyhound station is and it's all good. 

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[velveteenwolf]

You sound like you need a joint and a chillpill.

[There's a vague hint of amusement as he takes a breath off of the cigarette that languidly dangles between his fingers.]

But, uh, yeah. One way ticket. No take-backs or refunds. I've been told all that shit back home waits, like some fucking pause button. I dunno if I buy it, though.

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[theblowfish]

Dude, if you have a joint or any pills, I'll give you like [and then he realizes his cash isn't any good here] five brownies. A pause button is the worst idea ever.

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[velveteenwolf]

I've got a joint. Call it good will or some shit. You know, payback later or whatever.

[He shrugs his shoulders.]

You still by the Welcome Center?

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[theblowfish]

Jesus Christ, you're a goddamn savior.

Yeah, I'm at the Center. Don't know where else to stay unless I'm under a bridge like some kind of troll.

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[velveteenwolf]

I'll be there in a minute.

Didn't you get some weird rainbow-colored money? You can get apartments and shit. It's kind of a drag, but it's not too shitty.