Isɴ·ᴛ Eᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ Dᴇᴘʀᴇssᴇᴅ

He bought all the liquor his little heart could take, tons of hamburgers and fries from the dollar menu, and some plastic wrapped Star Wars CDs from Dollar General and other places alike. Was it normal to feel like this? He thought to himself, driving home. He hated the way the suburban town felt. It was all so normal, and all so suffocating, the only thing that wasn't normal was the guy that lived down a few blocks. He was kinda creepy to be honest but in a more self aware way. The other entered the record shop he worked at last week and asked for some suggestions, etc, the usual. But Jeordie just didn't know - he looked different. Long black hair, a slender EVERYTHING, etc. Jeordie himself was slender too, but his hair was brown and fluffy. Blinking away the thought of "Brian", he tuned into the radio... which was only a bad idea. It was boring and kinda worrying to him on how hard he thought about it. Finally getting home, he dropped his stuff on the coffee table, brought a thick blanket down from his room, and put on Star Wars, now watching it.

His house was a mess because he was too tired all the time to clean it. He was content with eating his sh*t McDonalds and drinking his cheap liquor until the sound of his phone buzzing vaguely interrupted Darth Vador.
"Oh c'mon." He complained, picking the phone up and answering, not bothering to check who it was. "Hey, this is Jeordie, I'm sick so... yeah.. gotta make it quick." He lied, he wasn't really sick. He just wanted to finish the movie, the food, the liquor, and fall asleep in an alcohol coma.
"Nice excuse."
"Oh, hey, it's you--!"
"Damn straight, I was wondering if you wanna watch our band play tonight?"
Aw jeez.

Did he really want to?
"Band? Oh yeah, what was it called again... uh..." Jeordie stalled, grabbing a fry and plopping it in his mouth. "What and the spooky kids?"
"Marilyn Manson."
"Sounds lame."
"Uh huh, and the name Jeordie White doesn't?"
"Aw f*** off, at least it ain't... I dunno..." He changed his voice to a mocking tone. "Twiggy Ramirez."
'That actually sounds pretty cool to me."
"Sounds like sh*t to me."
"Mind if I use it?"
"To name another one of your mediocre band members? Whatever, sure. Kinda just came off the top of my head." He laughed quietly, eating another three fries.
"Look smartass, what's better? Watching Star Wars and pretty much just soaking in your own depression or getting cleaned up a bit and coming to my concert?"
"Blah." And with that, Jeordie hung up.