His name is Chester.

He's a lovely British modernist who's enticingly sarcastic, his elite charm puts yours to shame.

His favorite color is purple, and he doesn't eat food-- he eats Twix.

He's lazy as fuck, and that is the reason why his dearest Joey is writing this about me, and that is also why his beloved Joey has a migraine from concentration.

He's in band; he's very talented. Plays the drums like a motherbitch. It's called Vertigo, and it kicks major ass.

He's quite the friendly fellow, so dont hesitate to talk to him.

He can also be a total asshole. You've been warned.

xxx Joey

You may see a story or two by me, but dont you expect any updates. Sorry kiddies.

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