I hate intro messages so I'll just get this over with.
Once upon a time, Satori moved to a small-ass town in western Canada to study journalism. A year later, he had met everyone who lived there and realized he still hadn't found anyone worth talking to.
Two days later, he realized how much this fucking sucked. Will our hero find another solution? Highly doubtful.
Likes: the trashiest of punk rock, ska/reggae, tattoos, webcomics, drinking coffee and playing guitar, photoshop train wrecks, and kung fu
Hates: country music (I'm doomed), completely unnecessarily-sized pickups (with the bumper at chest height), people who say they know what they want but don't, people who ask "what?" when I'm staring at them because I'm thinking about something else. Hell, just people in general. I feel compassion for them, I just wish they'd get their shit together.
Savvy?
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