tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580036061831125874.post7763342711589929269..comments2015-10-27T17:26:03.548-07:00Comments on Lucas Jones-Dewey: Lucas Jones-Deweyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11973802560022547236noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580036061831125874.post-50329873044788927202015-10-27T17:26:03.548-07:002015-10-27T17:26:03.548-07:00I've posted already I hope you don't mind!...I've posted already I hope you don't mind! I's just a short interaction, I'll paste it here.<br /><br />I find myself standing in a huge puddle of purple paint, curse under my breath, my sandals are ruined and my pink painted toes are all splattered purple. Great. Fabulous. Hoorah.<br /> Across the street is a boy in a blue polo and these hideous khaki shorts. They are awfully wrinkled. His hair is messy and he looks like someone familiar, like some famous guy whose name I can't bring myself to recall. His eyes meet mine, and I give him a slight smile, along with a wave. Collingwood has made me friendlier, it's so small you kind of have to be, unless you wish to risk your reputation. Not like I had much of one. But still. <br /><br />He yells across at me. "You can see me?"<br /><br />Strange. "You aren't exactly hiding, sorry." <br /><br />I notice his white Chucks are splattered with yellow as he starts to walk over.<br /><br />"I'm Lucas. Don't ever call me Luke. I lived in this apartment building - until I died. Now I'm just dead in this apartment building. I like your scar. Are you dead too?"<br /><br /> What kind of drugs is this guy even on? That's just weird. So freaking weird. "No. Sorry. I have to go. I'll see you later Lucas."<br /><br /> I decide I'll go to the park as Lucas the Creeper stands in something like awe, and in the corner of my eye I see a guy in a mummy costume handing out balloons. Bill? What the hell?<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09704230294200034924noreply@blogger.com