kindler a roommate or two in a two family house in Capitol Hill, a coworker and some regulars at The Thin Man Tavern for some weird/religious decor associated ghost stories, friends of all kinds especially artists to hype each others' work up or share art spaces and shows with or just get lit and and wax poetic about the state of the world like they're any different than the artists before them, people that don't mind conversations that twist and weave and end up somewhere completely different from where it started, anyone down to write something short or something heavy and extensive, maybe an ex that just sort of proposed and then kept having panic attacks that led to a break up and now they're working on friendship but it's still weird, someone to give her shit for still smoking cigarettes, a salsa dance partner, whatever else you've got