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Jakob Gray	October 15 2008, 06:52 PM
The Gray Ranger Posts: 17 Group: Member Member #32 Joined: August 23, 2008	Jakob got out of his 1998 Mitsubishi Lancer, making sure the doors were locked. It's not like Portland was a bad town, it's just that the world was filled with bad people. He looked once more at his scratched blue door and put his keys back on his belt loop carabiner. He probably wouldn't stand out any worse tonight at Jim's than anywhere in the street with his skinny jeans and small t-shirt. He had just gotten back from seeing some lackluster bands at The Station, a place where the shows were normally good, but the beer was not. He appraised his own reflection in the glass door in front of him. The twenty-two year old looked nineteen. Nineteen, he thought. What a useless age to be, and just as bad to look like. He always had his I.D. on him, though, and besides, Jim knew him from the past several months that Jakob had been living in the town, working for an indie newspaper called "The Buzz", a paper centering on music and other happenings. He lived in a one bedroom flat on the first floor of an old building. Swishing the side parted brown bangs out of his eyes, Jakob went through the glass door and into the pub, the familiar silver bell chiming at his entrance before he took a stool at the bar for himself. It was a quiet night, as always, and a good place to sit and think over 12 oz. of beer. Edited by Jakob Gray, October 15 2008, 06:56 PM.


At The Pub · Non Fiction