#warmup post

[brambleghostart]

Grill Dad - @teammomjeans

[extreme-fatboy100]

The Slob Cluster (pt 1)

Anyone walking into the house at the end of the block would be bombarded with stench before even walking up to the porch. The yard is overgrown, but the plants are wilted or dead the closer he gets to the house, and one side is so covered in junk and plants that Ray can't get into the backyard. The unmistakably acrid scent of filth wafted over the weeds, but it didn't deter the fat, young man. He just scratched his stained gut and kept going, eventually finding a big set of double doors and knocking.

One of the people inside was Ray's friend Travis, someone he had shared a dorm with in college. He greeted Ray by giving his beer gut a firm jiggle.

"I feel like something's not grown so well," he said.

"well, I've been tryna lose this,"

Instead of being helpful, Travis gave Ray bottles of beer, which he was tempted to drink but managed to avoid.

"so, whatcha here for, then?" Travis asked.

"I'm not sure, I just thought I'd see the place before I left for good." Ray said, shrugging.

Just then, a fat gut hanging out of a shirt entered the room before the rest of the person. The dark fat wobbled and dripped grease onto their jeans as they waddled, huffing.

"hey, John," Travis said, barely acknowledging the pile of blubber right next to him and going back about his business.

Ray just waved and absorbed the scene of this enormous fat man cramming greasy, unhealthy garbage down his throat, clutching the fat on his chest and moaning.

If he was honest with himself, he considered it very attractive, but he was trying to leave that life behind and go to college. Actually get a degree, actually get a job, all things he never wanted just a year ago, when he was fat and filthy and carefree.

Now though... not much changed, but he wanted to do something with his life. Do what? He didn't know, but he wanted more out of life, and he was going to find it.

(promise it's going downhill from here)