There's this guy who lives right next
to where Sara works, and he's awesome.
He's got tattoos all over his face and
his head and his body, these black lines as
thick as a little girl's pinky finger. His name
is Lord. Real friendly. Walks around in a
fitted Adidas track suit, sometimes without a
shirt. Sara says he's ripped. Real nice guy.
Drinks raw egg yolk. Staying off the booze.
Was willing to share his wifi with her
company when they were getting settled in
the first couple days. The password was
something like assmonkey2assmonkey, real
freaky. He's got a cute girlfriend who rides a
cruiser, Sara tells her "heyy girl heyy."