The Last thing I remember before waking up in a basement was walking home from the diner after having yet another fight with Mickey. We were fighting about Brian's welfare, because his cancer had just come back in his other ball. He had backed me up in the back alleyway, even though I was a good 3 feet taller than him, he could somehow make himself look intimidating. He cornered me in a little corner. He pulled out a dildo from his pants. He ripped off the knob end to reveal a giant machete. I tried to scream for help but then another dark image emerged, illuminating Professor Ben Bruckner. I tried to scream for help again but Emmett suddenly jumped down from the roof of a 50 storey building, holding an umbrella in one hand and claimed "They don't call us screaming fags for nothing."
Suddenly the group parted to make known a short figure. Stepping into the light, I could notice that tramp stamp anywhere.
IT WAS ETHAN GOOOOOOOOOOLD. MY EVIL JEW OF AN EX WHO WANTED US TO BE COUSINS. BUT I TOLD HIM TO RUN TELL THAT, HOME BOY.A fist flew towards my face. My whole world went black. And now I'm here, in the dungeon.
Who am I? Well...
I'm Justin Taylor. And this is my story.
