JC was born in the beginning of the 80s. When he was young, he read lots books and got lots of nosebleeds. Then, he started smoking cigarettes, and miraculously the nosebleeds stopped. Unfortunately, so did the book reading. He traded them in for manifestos printed on looseleaf, their edges crippled and torn from being ripped violently out spiral notebooks. He took to writing on desks instead of journals until high school began. He played a lot of music, smoked too much, didn't eat enough, had odd sleep patterns, and vomited occasionally. He was kind of proud of all that. JC is still trying to make music in his basement. It's not bad. Odd stuff. He still hasen't gone to college, lives cheap. I wonder how he's doing. I haven't seen him in ages. Last he told me he was going to grow his hair back. I liked it better long too.
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