@renanlem
Andrew was fucking bored. He knew he should be spending the night working on the samples due for a fitting in the morning, but he just couldn’t bring himself to look at them anymore. Every time he thought of re-threading his serger he felt light headed and dizzy. He flopped across his couch, scrolling through his instagram to see if anyone he knew was doing anything fun. Eventually, he came across a familiar face. Renan- his old pal, the best drinking buddy Andrew could possibly think of in this specific moment. Maneuvering to stand, he surveyed his ‘liquor cabinet’, which was really just a half set of shelves that he’d propped up against one wall. Grabbing an unopened bottle of Jack, Andrew glanced at himself in the mirror, shook up his hair, and left his home with full intention of not returning until well into the morning. “Renan man I’m headed over to your place.” Andrew said to his phone camera as he walked, recording a video to send to the other man, “-Hope you’re home, otherwise I’m peeing on your lawn.”














