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[ hello friends! have a gratuitous selfy via video of one skyler veracruz. he's outside his house somewhere. some... where. ??? it's pretty dark, seeing as how it's basically midnight, and the tan brick wall he's sitting against is lit by a fairly bright pool of cellphone light, but that and the occasional siren in the background are the only real clues to his location. he grins wide and easily into the camera. ]
Hey fuckers. It's my birthday! Or, uh. [ he squints at his phone's clock. the sclera of his brown eyes are tinged red. ] It was my birthday four minutes ago. Too late. Oooh well.
I think I was gonna say a lot of things, but I forgot a lot of them. Lucky for you guys, I wrote down everything that was actually important right. Here. [ he shifts to the side, turning the camera towards a list on the wall, written in green. The flash is washing out some of the words, but skyler soon follows up with a spoken commentary. ] Ok, before the popo ask: I stole a Crayola. I repeat: I stole-a Crayola. That's crayon. It'll wash off. Hell, I'll do it after I'm done here.
First thing: this time last year was the first time I ever got one of these memory pulse things. Someone woke me up from a nap and, I shit you not, when I remember it, I remember my-- th-the person who woke me up looking normal, but then I remember them looking like a different person at the same time. The second girl had red hair. [ he frowns, puzzling through that statement before moving on. ]
There's another thing I remember - it's a castle - but I can't draw worth shit, so I'm moving on to the next thing. This other guy I'm turning into saw a castle on a sheet once! Whoop-dee-doo.
This is the last one. [ he shifts the camera to another area of the wall, and curses once before dimming the overpowering light. there is a star shape on the wall, scribed in yellow and green. his arm reaches forward and adds the words "PAOPU FRUIT" in green crayon underneath it. ] I have no idea what this thing is, but someone threw this at my face. His face. It also turns out that I actually stole two crayons. Christ, I'm a shitbag.
That's it. Those are all of the party favors from my balls-wild 17th birthday party. [ he turns the camera back to himself. the alley is almost completely silent. ] Enjoy your flashbacks, numbers club. I'm out. [ he flashes a deuce at the camera and cuts the feed. ]
[ and if for some godforsaken reason someone actually wants to stumble across a teenager in a random city alleyway in the middle of the night surrounded by paper wads and smelling slightly of cannibis, please feel free. ]
Hey fuckers. It's my birthday! Or, uh. [ he squints at his phone's clock. the sclera of his brown eyes are tinged red. ] It was my birthday four minutes ago. Too late. Oooh well.
I think I was gonna say a lot of things, but I forgot a lot of them. Lucky for you guys, I wrote down everything that was actually important right. Here. [ he shifts to the side, turning the camera towards a list on the wall, written in green. The flash is washing out some of the words, but skyler soon follows up with a spoken commentary. ] Ok, before the popo ask: I stole a Crayola. I repeat: I stole-a Crayola. That's crayon. It'll wash off. Hell, I'll do it after I'm done here.
First thing: this time last year was the first time I ever got one of these memory pulse things. Someone woke me up from a nap and, I shit you not, when I remember it, I remember my-- th-the person who woke me up looking normal, but then I remember them looking like a different person at the same time. The second girl had red hair. [ he frowns, puzzling through that statement before moving on. ]
There's another thing I remember - it's a castle - but I can't draw worth shit, so I'm moving on to the next thing. This other guy I'm turning into saw a castle on a sheet once! Whoop-dee-doo.
This is the last one. [ he shifts the camera to another area of the wall, and curses once before dimming the overpowering light. there is a star shape on the wall, scribed in yellow and green. his arm reaches forward and adds the words "PAOPU FRUIT" in green crayon underneath it. ] I have no idea what this thing is, but someone threw this at my face. His face. It also turns out that I actually stole two crayons. Christ, I'm a shitbag.
That's it. Those are all of the party favors from my balls-wild 17th birthday party. [ he turns the camera back to himself. the alley is almost completely silent. ] Enjoy your flashbacks, numbers club. I'm out. [ he flashes a deuce at the camera and cuts the feed. ]
[ and if for some godforsaken reason someone actually wants to stumble across a teenager in a random city alleyway in the middle of the night surrounded by paper wads and smelling slightly of cannibis, please feel free. ]