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25, staying at the Chelsea hotel. floor 7, room 8. "I'm afraid that if you look at a thing long enough, it loses all of its meaning." I'm a victim of "double alzheimers". Recently diagnosed. It makes every day a struggle but it's something I'm learning to deal with on a daily basis, though sometimes I forget where I live. :(

[rorykincaid]

Ya ya, that’s what they all say. You don’t have anything for sale?

[jakemaddison]

Nope, it's a special thing. Which makes it all the better. More incentive, y'know?

[rorykincaid]

When you could get me tix for free? What a bitch move.

[jakemaddison]

I'm a starving artist! I gotta make a living somehow.

[featherstoneddon]

And what exactly is up for bidding? Hard to make a commitment without knowing what I could walk away with.

[jakemaddison]

Art. paintings and whatnot. I think there's even some sculptures in there too.

[jakemaddison]

A couple of friends and I are having an auction next week in SoHo. Y'all should buy tickets.

[rorykincaid]

You know. The holes you stick your dick in and the rhythm with which you do it. It’s everything. [shakes his head] That’s bad karma, man… I wouldn’t mess with it. [squints] So you had no friends at all? I know that struggle man. I know it.

[jakemaddison]

Whaaaaaat? I have no idea what you're going on about. No! Not that I had no friends, I just didn't have many..? [tries defending himself but failed] okay, yeah. A while back in middle school, I had no friends.

[rorykincaid]

Ummmm, no I’m not picky at all. I mean at the end of the day, it all comes down to holes and rhythm, the quality of which you can’t tell until you get down and dirty anyway, so what’s the point of being picky? [squints] Don’t judge my secrets, even if everyone already knows em! [looks around at Jake’s imaginary friend space] That probably says a lot about you subconsciously. Maybe if you paid a little more attention to them, they’d repay the favor.

[jakemaddison]

Holes and rhythms? What does that even mean? I don't see how that has anything to do with it at all. [laughs] I'm judging your secrets. They deserve judging. I never had time for imaginary friends when I was younger. I was always too busy to try and make actual friends.

[thegreybeaumont-blog-deactivate]

Please, the only fat thing on you is your dick. [smiles] Oh, a puppy? That lonely, huh?

[jakemaddison]

[grins] that's true, I do have a pretty big dick. [laughs and then grabs them both a beer, handing one to Grey and sitting beside him on the couch] pretty much. Apparently I've stooped to a new level of low. Puppies.

[thegreybeaumont-blog-deactivate]

You look good. [Steps on inside and goes to make himself comfortable on the couch] How have you been? Is everything going alright?

[jakemaddison]

Thanks! You too. I think I'm getting fat so it's good to hear you say that. [walks over following him into the living room] can I get you anything to drink or eat? I've been pretty good. I went puppy shopping last night, which was the highlight of my month so far.

[thegreybeaumont-blog-deactivate]

Had the night off and I thought I’d just pay you a visit. [steps forward and cups a hand to Jake’s cheek] I’ve missed this pretty mug of yours.

[jakemaddison]

Well, I'm glad you did. Unexpected surprise, but I missed you! Hi. Come in.

[thegreybeaumont-blog-deactivate]

Hey, Jakey! Wassup? Long time no see.

[jakemaddison]

Not much. I was just watching crap on Netflix. What about you?

[thegreybeaumont-blog-deactivate]

[knocks on Jake’s door]

[jakemaddison]

[answers the door, at a loss for words] hi.

[rorykincaid]

I like em strange and I like guys that love strange guys. I’m like strange squared. [cups a hand around his mouth, whispering] But you’re the only one who knows, so don’t spread it around. [scoffs] Hell yeah, they are. What else are ghost friends for?

[jakemaddison]

Seems like you're not very picky, then. Don't look for much when it comes to guys then, 'eh? [laughs] You're secret's safe with me. But it's not that exciting of one for me to hold onto, not very juicy. idunno. I feel like if I were to have imaginary friends near me right now they'd all be totally negative and just try to bring me down. Depressing as shit. Glad you got a supportive bunch with ya.

[rorykincaid]

You know that makes you even more strange! HEY get a load of this weirdo!! [points, laughs and elbows his imaginary buddies] He’s so weird! He loves strange people!!

[jakemaddison]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever. You're probably extra strange too then because I'm assuming you like 'em strange. Are your ghost friends backing you up on this? I can't see them.

[dominicpriestly]

[head butts him right in the nose] Dipshit. Get out of my goddamn way. [shoves him and starts walking away from the rude bitch]

[jakemaddison]

[clutches his nose looking at Dom as if he were crazy] what the fuck was that for?

[cheflexrogers-deactivated201410]

"When I’m not running the business side of things, yeah, I’m a chef. You know, I could be vain and just say anything i make you would be delicious but that would not make for a good first impression." Lex returned the grin. "You’re a freelance painter? So that makes you the second artist I’ve met here… you’re not repainting anyone’s restaurant too are you?"

[jakemaddison]

"Well so long as your food is actually good it couldn't be vain or anything. You've met another artist? Who? I can't think of any off the top of my head." Jake scratched his head, thinking about what he assumed was a potential offer. "Depends on how good the pay is. Sounds kind of menial but if the money was worth it plus some really good cordon bleu or something I'd definitely consider it."

[jakemaddison]

You have no imagination. What a downer [grins]

[dominicpriestly]

[slaps the grin off his face] Try again. 

[jakemaddison]

[slaps the ugly off his face but fails to make it go away] try what again?

[jakemaddison]

I’ve loved them for years. Mainly out of nostalgia from when I was younger rather than anything else, so I’m not even sure if I could call their music good or anything.

[rorykincaid]

Yeah that’s why I love death metal and that static sound the TV makes when the broadcast day is over. My jams.

[jakemaddison]

The amount of times I see you is always between long intervals and I always end up forgetting how strange you are. [grins] I love it.