Abraham Kim @abrahamKim
Hipsters talk more than Boomers these days.
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got to work
He would just get one dish. Then return later. He could keep coming back to this place with the red dinosaur scaled plastic cups and try everything they had on these laminated menus. If coming to college had given him nothing else better at least he'd have this.
Once back home...
Once back home...
Abraham's Pantry
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Waffles
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Chocolate Bars
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Cookies
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Whiskeys
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Tangerines
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Coffees
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Beers
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Dumplings
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Pineapples
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Teas
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Sushis
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Bacons
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Eggs
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Steaks
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Westcity
"what are you thinking about?"
as reply to The Crowd
Jack worked the crowd one by one. He never aimed to try and get everybody onboard with some antics. That was something his dad excelled at. He had to talk to people one on one. Well in this bar it was so loud you had to yell at each other...
Westcity
pat is annoyed with himself
as reply to Or Something
They began calling him Dr. Jack. He pretended not to like it, but deep down he was eager for the next mention of it. "Dr. Jack!!!". The only person at the party who knew he actually liked the name was his twin. They understood each other too well. This didn't...
Westcity
pat gets fed chips
as reply to Sometimes
They dragged him away to feed him chips. His cheeks were growing redder. Someone made a comment "what's wrong with Pat, man?" but nobody knew. They shook their heads, shrugged their shoulders and took turns shoving chips into his mouth. There were fritos. Doritos. Ruffles with ridges. But none of...
Westcity
you know it mane
as reply to To Theirs
Layla was clean alright. And this fucking Spartan was dirty. Like the barbarians. They had no right being here. Well they could come for a visit but they shouldn't expect to be treated like a peer. They were tolerated guests. Patrick didn't care that this chode was twins with a...
Westcity
jack's ego sweats about lower education
as reply to Behind Him
If she were to ask why Jack hadn't gone to U of M, he had ready an answer of how he had considered it but ended up going to MSU instead due to campus. He liked howΒ
MSU
's campus was like a giant park instead of part of an...
Westcity
an excuse
as reply to Had to Go
He took a bus to Ann Arbor. A much nicer bus than the one that shuffled him between campus andΒ
Westcity
. More leg room and less people. You had space and time to think during the ride.
The whole way all he thought about was that girl fromΒ Ann Arbor...
The whole way all he thought about was that girl fromΒ Ann Arbor...
Westcity
jack's ego
as reply to Had a Map
He didn't have a map though. And his battery was at 2%. It would turn 1% at any second he could feel it. And once it was 1% he knew it would die at any given moment. He decided then to just turn it off. He was going to an...
Westcity
bus passes are no longer free
as reply to Campus
Jack remembered this story Drew had told about the grandpa who had fixed the bike up only to not be able to ride it after some accident. There was a surgery or something if he could recall.
Jack thought about this while walking to ISS class. Integrative Social Sciences. It was...
Jack thought about this while walking to ISS class. Integrative Social Sciences. It was...
Westcity
black coffee doesn't mold
as reply to Still There
His aunt had told him once that coffee didn't mold. "So long as it's BLACK coffee", she'd say with an emphasis on black. He never looked this up but it seemed believable. Not that he believed it, but he could imagine someone else listening to his aunt and being convinced.
He...
He...
Westcity
sacred TV ritual
as reply to Gasp
Back in high school he had a friend who he had such a sacred tv as well. They wouldn't keep it on ESPN though. They would have movies or something on. The content didn't matter so much so long as the TV itself was on and there was noise coming...