movin' on down

I moved most of my stuff to the new apartment today. Couldn't get ahold of my cousin, so I called in some muscle. A friend I didn't even think about until I drove by the bookstore and thought of him. He helped drag my big stuff out of the upstairs apartment with a grin. "I've been here before, " he said. "This one and the downstairs apartment. One big party."

Eh, I shrugged my shoulders. It's a small island. If I was in my hometown, I could tell you the interiors or a lot of houses, too. When we got to my new place, his grin got even bigger. " 'Been here, too. Lot's of dope bags were sold out of here."
Like I said...small island. I just laughed. "I thought it smelled funny."

He's an okay guy. Blonde, blue-eyed, same body shape as Brad. I can't deny that I've thought about making out with him in a dark room...but the fact that he does share those same similarities (and I'm pretty sure he's hooked on my cousin, never daring to admit it) pretty much ensures that I will have to be desperate (and drugged off of my ass) before I make a move on him.

But the fact that I thought about it more than once probably proves that I'm weakening.