Valentin has been promising me all week that on Friday he’d be getting a lot of money. He wanted to take me out; we’d both get really drunk and high together.
I realize that I never wrote an introductory post about how Valentin, Arssi's brother (actual or not, I never confirmed), ended up living with me and sleeping in my bed. At this point in 2022, I can't remember.
“Why you money me. Now . . .
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