making my way downtown

Marshall Keane. 35. Fry cook at the Junkhouse. Ex-husband.

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sebfoster‌:

“As your favourite local barman I have decided that for the next week at the Catfish, you show me your pride and I’ll give you a free shot on the house! You are welcome.” Sebastian announced standing on the bar top with a shit eating grin on his face when he saw his manager face palm from across the way. He hopped back down and asked the nearest person to him. “Pretty fucking sweet, yeah?”

“And uh, how would I show my pride?”

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rcwes‌:

     lana was at the hideout, as usual. and determined to stay there and work all day – also as usual. before her was her laptop and a whole grain pastry, a mug of hot chocolate in her hand – she was incredibly behind on work. sure, her editors had been super understanding and agreed to extend her deadline a little after sharing the happy news, but said extended deadline was less than a week away and she had to whip up a short story fast. “what would you rather read a short story about, an old hollywood romance or radioactive zombies ?” the young writer asked to the person sitting closest to her, taking a sip of chocolate while waiting on an answer.

Marshall put down his croissant, brushing off any crumbs that might stayed on his face. He thought long and hard about the question. “I confess, I’m not a big reader myself, but if I had to read about one of those, it would probably be the radioactive zombies. Although, if you combined both of those ideas, you could probably have something truly original and interesting.” 

[chefkeane]

🌈- things I find attractive in girls/guys

1. a nice smile 2. people who are honest 3. someone who stays on top with their fitness, because i do my best to keep up with mine. 4. freaky people, if they’re just really open about everything they like and like those things unashamedly. I like that.

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🌧️

🌧️- favorite thing to do on rainy days?

Making a pot of shrimp gumbo and watching the game with a beer.

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🍩💬💗

🍩- current mood?

Feeling pretty good!

💬- what your last text message says?

It’s one of these text reminder things I get every week telling me to fill up my gas tank, and buy groceries.

💗- who do you miss?

No one, really. Well... if you want an honest answer? I usually miss my dad, he passed away young and I miss him always. But also my wife. She’s not dead, I just miss her.

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🍼

🍼- what is your favorite memory?

This will sound like a cliche — but that day we got the third star. Just knowing I had something to do with it, helped the restaurant achieve it... I’ve never felt a high like that, even back when I was doing hard drugs. 

[chefkeane]

MARSHALL KEANE is a 35 year old from BEAUMONT, living in Beaumont for the past 3 YEARS. HE is a FRY COOK AT THE JUNKHOUSE and in his downtime loves WOODWORKING and PAINTBALL. He looks an awful lot like BRADLEY COOPER. 

Alright, gather round and listen up, kids…

Once upon a time, Marshall Keane had it all. A wife, a penthouse apartment, and a job as head chef in a Michelin starred restaurant in London.

With a spartan adolescence full of self-discipline, he put himself through both culinary school and the Cordon Bleu in Paris, rising up ranks until he was working at Alain Ducasse at The Dorchester.

He lived a fast and loose life, meant for rockstars. Drug benders to “destress” after a particularly busy period or infidelities that would have his wife and him in screaming matches were not uncommon.

Then one day, he pulled a Russell á la Almost Famous at a house party. Tripping balls, he jumped off the second floor roof into a pool. Except he kinda missed by a bit. And hit his head.

Life after traumatic brain injury meant a different Marshall. A new Marshall. He had to learn a lot of things over again.

His wife left him, he lost his job, and had no choice but to move back to his home town of Beaumont, Tennessee, where he had started out all those years prior.

One thing he never lost though: his zest for cooking. He still remembers how to do all his favourite dishes, although they’ve got a 50% success rate and a potential phone call to the Beaumont fire department these days.

He works as a fry cook at the Junkhouse now.

Most of the time, he serves up consistent, quality dishes with that home cooked feel. But every so often, it’ll be like he tossed a rat into the stew.  (Paco, the owner of the Junkhouse, is patient with Marshall though. He likes Marshall.)

He luvs paintball and woodworking so hit him up, ladies.

[chefkeane]

[yesterdaysprint]

Battle Creek Enquirer, Michigan, May 24, 1945

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