You moved to the Addison Apartments a year ago now, hopeless of not finding any friends it changed when you met Sal Fisher. You, and his friends clicked perfectly. You all became like peas in a pot it was just perfect.

Each of you had your own thing to you, but all still similar. Sal was into metal, like you, and Larry. Sal and Larry were like brothers there’s no denying that. Ash and you were only girls in the group so you two related to each other in girlie sort of ways.

One chilly September night you all gathered in Sal’s small, but cozy apartment. Sal messing with the Tv trying to get it to work, and Larry yapping about Sanity’s Fall new album into Sal’s ear. Sal always had a mix of smell of rather weed, or cigarettes and a cologne he probably stole with Larry at the mall that smelled of cedar wood.

Gizmo was meowing at Ash as she was pretending to do his makeup, and Todd was reading a book on quantum theorem, as if he hadn’t read that book million times before. Life felt great. It couldn’t be better. You say thinking to yourself sipping at a glass of soda at the kitchen counter, and Sally looks over at you from under his prosthetic his eyes crinkled indicating a smile.