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i met a... colleague of sorts last night.

i was rude to him, i'll admit. had to be. that's just what the mask of alan roach demands, you see. poe, if you're reading this, my sincerest apologies.

poe. that's his name. the name he uses online, and around people he doesn't trust in person. smart guy. or paranoid.

or both.

not like they don't go hand in hand when you're living in the world of the fears, eh? yeah, i think he's both. he's clearly got some sort of anxiety disorder. he keeps it under wraps enough to be a sarcastic little prick, though. 

what a lovely, lovable fellow.

oh, and his friend, eric. he's fantastic. he's got a tragic backstory. which, apparently, justifies being a bit of a reckless asshole, which he is, from the sounds of it.

it looks like our friend poe wrote about this encounter too. here's a link.

my, i've not put my medium to much use before, have i? no, i really haven't. other than the comments. what would i do without you... ah... incredibly likeable commenters? probably die of the sadness.

something like that.