Whenever I would draw myself as a kid I would always be wearing a red shirt and blue pants. Always, without fail, red shirt, blue pants.Standing in line for DoND auditions there was a man wearing a red shirt and blue pants. As I looked at him I realized he was me. He was me, if Jaime ever leaves me. He weighed at least 300 pounds. He had a McDonalds fanny pack, curly hair and a beard (mostly). He wore a red shirt and blue sweat pants.
He noticed my shirt (Choose Your Weapon) and asked if I played DnD. I told him I did. He asked what level and class I had. I told him I had a level 18 thief. He smugly brags that he has a level 37 wizard. He felt as though he was better then me. He was wearing a red shirt and blue sweat pants.
3 comments:
is that sad or wonderful?
i'm just not sure.
It's sad. Very Very Sad. Jaime should never leave you just for that reason.
Last night I had a weird dream where the word doppelganger was on all the street signs - I blame you.
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