Room 407, Sunday morning
Jude was asleep. The face-down, half-clothed, snoring, drooling, unattractive sleep of the dead.
Unheeded, his laptop flickered into life as a new email arrived, sitting patiently in the preview window with a cheerful little ding! for him to notice it. It read:
From: maddogmike@hotmail.com
To: sk8terjude@gmail.com
Subject: (no subject)
Hey Lose-owski,
Heard you were coming back to Toronto for the jam. Don't bother, bra. I got this one covered. You can stay down in the States at your private school with your new boyfriend. Oops, girlfriend. I forgot that a loser like you actually can get a girl. She must be pretty desperate. Bring pictures so I can laugh.
Yeah. Like I said. This curbjam's mine. Catch ya later, bra. Much later.
Mike
[[Open as these things generally are. Girlfriend or new roomie might be nice.]]
Unheeded, his laptop flickered into life as a new email arrived, sitting patiently in the preview window with a cheerful little ding! for him to notice it. It read:
From: maddogmike@hotmail.com
To: sk8terjude@gmail.com
Subject: (no subject)
Hey Lose-owski,
Heard you were coming back to Toronto for the jam. Don't bother, bra. I got this one covered. You can stay down in the States at your private school with your new boyfriend. Oops, girlfriend. I forgot that a loser like you actually can get a girl. She must be pretty desperate. Bring pictures so I can laugh.
Yeah. Like I said. This curbjam's mine. Catch ya later, bra. Much later.
Mike
[[Open as these things generally are. Girlfriend or new roomie might be nice.]]