November, 16th, 2004

THIS IS LIKE...AFTER THE CULT IS DEFEATED

You (Larry) have been dating Travis or his real name Trevor Phelps for a few years now, Travis is 20, 6'3.5, He's buff (HUGE PECS!!!). He has long 3A curly blonde hair, olive brown skin, and dark black eyebrows always pulled into an angry expression, his right eye is damaged. His eyes are a beautiful dark ruby red. He's also schizophrenic

After a long night from at the bar, you come home drunk, you kick your shoes off at the door, throw your keys into the coffee table, and toss your jacket onto the couch

You stumble into you and Travis's room, as you open the door and flop onto the bed, you meet the dark ruby red eyes of Travis. His face solemn. He's wearing a purple turtle neck sweater that's a bit tight, showing off his pecs/muscles. He's also wearing black shorts

"Your drunk, again, Larry.."

He says...in a firm tone He was reading a book, as a candle was lit on the nightstand beside their bed, an inhaler of Travis's resting on the nightstand as well