So we'll start with Joe.
I have a feeling it's best to get this boy described as soon as possible because I'm very much hoping he'll crop up much more. Alas, as situations go, that may not be the case...
Joe, otherwise known as One-Dread, was invited onto the scene around 3 months ago. Having taken acid from the age of 17, he has a remarkable mentality. Utterly harmless and totally amicable, every sentence that comes out of his mouth is like part of a story.
The first time I met Joe was at a house-warming party. He appeared in front of me, a vision of albino hair, so white his eyelashes are near invisible, donning a grey vest and a chequered shirt and embellished with rings and a polished stone necklace. This has become a familiar sight.
The most distinctive addition to a meeting with Joe is a bottle of rum, which he is seen carrying almost constantly.
From our first meeting with him my name has been 'Sapphire', and my housemates' 'Magpie' and 'Scribblybop'.
From our first meeting with him my name has been 'Sapphire', and my housemates' 'Magpie' and 'Scribblybop'.
He gets coy if you compliment him and never rejects your opinion. His mind works about five minutes ahead of everyone else's and his one long dreadlock, which protrudes from the back of his head, amongst the other tiny dreads, can only be some sort of avatar plug, which he uses to tap into your brain and wangle out your thoughts, right before you start to think just like him.
With each post about Joe will be at least one quote.
"You know Sapphire, you know when you go down into the sewers and you find a man, and you take him up and out of the sewers and you say to him, 'look, I have shown you the light!' and he says 'thank you'...THAT is what it is like when you buy people drinks..."
