Øystein Aarseth..

That was the name of the boy youve learnt to love,but yet the one youve learned to hate. What was so special about this boy? You couldn't figure it out.

One Friday night you and Øystein are smoking a blunt under his record shop helvete laying on the floor in silence, comfortable silence the only sound is his breathing mixed with yours

"Agh.." Øystein groaned I'm annoyance at the sound of the people upstairs in the shop.

"...Do you ever get tired of it?"