Dylan Hayes (pushme) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-09-03 16:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | dave henderson, dylan hayes |
Who: Dylan Hayes and Dave Henderson
What: Apartment hunting!
When: Thursday, mid-day
Where: Dylan's apartment? (!)
The apartments were all dingy, depressing little rooms, with yellowed walls and floors that creaked if one of them stepped too heavily. They were all fairly uniform in their depressing nature, mirror images of each-other, varying only in size and slightly in height. Some of the front doors had been tagged by defiant graffiti artists, others smelled like day old sandwiches and feet.
Dylan, dressed in a plain white, short sleeved t-shirt that proudly displayed his healing inner-arms and jeans that looked like they might have been new two years ago, loved all of them.
He squeezed Dave's hand as they passed through the doorway of the next apartment, his other hand clenched a yellowed sheet of newspaper with circles on it in red pen and notes scrawled on the margins. This particular apartment was the tiniest of them all, one small room with a bed frame that was slightly too small for its grungy gray mattress, and a connected bathroom that seemed to have been decorated in the 1960s.
"What do you think?" He asked Dave, who had accompanied him, and ambled over to the barred window.