three knocks on the door made me look up from my guitar and the papers i scribbled my chords on. they sounded somewhat familiar but… hey, knocks. how the fuck could knocks sound familiar? i just shrugged, put my guitar away and went to open the door where i was greeted with a rare sight. “gam? holy shit!” i pulled him inside and hugged him with a wide grin on my face. “fucking good to see you, chief!”
As soon as the door opened, you grin and open your mouth to greet him. Oops no time though. A bubble of laughter escapes you, it's sort of raspy but hey, a laugh's a laugh. Instantly, you wrap your arms around him. "Right back at ya my mucker. . . S'rry I haven't been round much, bro. Shit's going on left and mother fucking right. . . . How ya been though? Huh? No fucker messing with ya that I gotta get my beat on for eh?" You asked, a joking grin on your face.












