bonfire - describe your dream house.
Haha, well, hold on to your butts because not only can I describe my dream house, I lived in it. Orlando, Florida; jungled paradise, resplendent in beauty. Missed the bombs but still touched by rads with everything getting lush and wild and weird. You got a lot of people that live up in that area, a lot of factions, sometimes fighting but not the kind of fighting you have here, but almost secluded from that shit because it is a practically society in of itself is an entire world.
I lived in the Community. EPCOT, friends. Ain’t like nobody can just walk in there and start to live there, you gotta have connections, you gotta have references, you gotta have a whole lot of luck if you’re an outsider and wanna get in. I was a skinny raider-looking fuck at the time and had the Psycho shakes; you think they wanted to let me in? I had to get fake-married to Loretta before they’d let me in and then, like, we were just best friends with a kid that were married until…stuff.
Anyway, we lived together in this cute little purple house all pastel-like, real nice, big enough for all we needed. We had electricity with a stove in the kitchen that had a fire you could turn on and off if you clicked the thing and air that was always cool and two fans and you could go to the sink and make water come out of it all nice and clean and it didn’t have bugs in it or anything. We had a soft bed full of feathers and a rug I made out of rags and a television and the television had shows on it. The televisions here do fuck all.
I had this little garden and I learned how to grow things, yeah, and it was real good. Nice climate, you could grow about anything all year round. Loretta drew a lot of shit, so she painted all sorts of crazy shit on the walls. Lucy had a cute little room of her own and I painted it green ‘cause I thought it was a lucky color and you could look out her window and get an okay view of the lake in the distance.
It was just a short little walk to anything important, like if you wanted, you could walk a bit and hit up the public restrooms and wash your hands with automatic sinks and, like, you don’t understand, that shit is magical, you could take a piss in the most luxurious of settings and you wouldn’t have to even touch the sink after. And you could walk a bit to the lake and catch fish or you could walk a bit further and go to the fishery where I worked to look at other fish. And they played music all the time and there was always funnel cake and just, like, it was just really great, okay, I lived there like ten years, I miss it.
cranberry - what’s one physical feature that you get complimented on?
Yeah, so like, my skin’s falling off and I’m missing half my nose and who knows what the hell is going on with my hands, but I got a pretty nice dick for a ghoul apparently, so I got that going on for me, I guess.