the misadventures of church street girls and jason townie

note: last name is townie for two reasons.
1. we don't know, nor intend to know, his last name.
2. it describes him perfectly

behind our lovely cosy home there lies a one bedroom studio house. from the outside it looks like a cool place to live, but once you venture in the image of solitude and a kick ass pad take a drastic and dark turn. with a bright blue, orange red, and lime green paint covering the cinder block walls (respectively) you get the sense that a pot-smoking folk painter named steve used to live there.

which is, in fact, true. i think he's in florida now.

but then came vi, a quiet art grad student from seattle who never knocked before entering our humble abode. she was nice and kept to herself. she left after one semester due to a multitude of reasons.

then came the issue of dexter ("automatic!") to find someone to rent the place out. not soon after a guy comes around saying that he's going to move in, and does so the next day. too bad is was pouring down rain at the time and his couch and matress were soaked. even worse (as i later found out) the mattress fell off his friend's truck and was run over by a car. he is, in one word, a townie.

for those who don't know a townie usually refers to unsavory people in england who wear fake adias clothes and have bad grammar. here in the states a townie refers to someone who lives in a college town but does not attend the college. also, their employment is usually at an establishment that overcharges the students of said college (in this case, coffee at hot corner).

jason, our townie...
is in his late twenties
is a musician
has one job which he works 3-4 days a week
reeks of smoke
has no car
says "man" at least once in every sentence
and has a dog named bucky, which pees on our grill and trashcans

he's much more social than vi, which is a good thing if you take into consideration how creepy it would have been if he were to keep to himself all the time. and he's a nice enough guy, just slighty...off. i'm placing all bets it's on the way he talks. and maybe on the fact that he repeats stories he just told you not five minutes prior. oh, and erin, anja, and i seeing him naked playing guitar might have something to do with it too.

the real test will be this friday when we have our 80s party (which i will discuss at great lengths later). we've told him about it and pretty much invited him, though i think he should only be allowed on the porch at the most.