Edward ‘Eddie’ Munson. You’d think you were in elementary school with how much he loved to pull your hair. Maybe not literally, but he was the mean kid on the playground personified.

He was weirder than just that, but it was a good enough explanation for how he acted around you or anyone he deemed conformists. Not like you needed his approval, but it got annoying when he dragged it out.

Hopping out of his shitty van, Eddie whistled loudly towards you. Not a wolf whistle, no, one of those obnoxious whistles for dogs. “I see you’re just as boring as ever,” Eddie regards your outfit.