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Unknown: Hey! It’s Ian. You’ve asked me to text you so you won’t lose my number :)       +1 (312)-xxx-xx-xx: What the fuck who the fuck are you?       Unknown: Looks like I got the number wrong :/    Unknown: Or even the wrong number :/   Unknown: Sorry       +1 (312)-xxx-xx-xx: No wait   +1 (312)-xxx-xx-xx: Wanna talk maybe   +1 (312)-xxx-xx-xx: I’m kinda broed    +1 (312)-xxx-xx-xx: *Bored   +1 (312)-xxx-xx-xx: And wasted as fuck       Unknown: Uh maybe? Let’s talk then :)       +1 (312)-xxx-xx-xx: Nice   +1 (312)-xxx-xx-xx: Ian   +1 (312)-xxx-xx-xx: Cool name       [Add contact. First name: Ian.]       Ian: Thanks lol And who might you be?       +1 (312)-xxx-xx-xx: Mickey or Mick i don’t care       Ian: Mickey it is then :)       [Add contact. First name: Mickey.]       Mickey: So uhhh   Mickey: How did you end up here       Ian: How did I end up where exactly?       Mickey: Like   Mickey: Here   Mickey: Sr man gotta go vomit brb       Ian: Oh okay, good luck ig. So uh, I went to a bar and met someone   Ian: And they gave me their number, but it looks like they didn’t want me to contact them again or whatever   Ian: You good?       Mickey: Nah i’m not good it was a fucking mess    Mickey: Anyway so   Mickey: I see   Mickey: That sucks man       Ian: Yeah :/   Ian: Idk what I did wrong        Mickey: Ig this girl was fucking stupid cuz you seem nice idk       Ian: It wasn’t a girl       Mickey: Yeah whatever    Mickey: Stupid guy then or whatever the fuck you’re into       Ian: Yeah       Mickey: Still sucks       Ian: I know    Ian: So uh, it’s the middle of the week, why are you wasted?       Mickey: Idk man just felt like it   Mickey: Wanted to have a joint later but it seems like I won’t make it       Ian: What do you mean?       Mickey: I can fell asleep like every second now so if I won’t respond I’m knocked out on my couch        Ian: Oh I see. Got scared there for a second       Mickey: Why       Ian: People usually say “I won’t make it” when they are about to die so       Mickey: Nah dying is for weak pussies    Mickey: I won’t die from alco it’s too easy    Mickey: In a place where I live at least       Ian: You write too good for a drunk person       Mickey: You get used to it and also autocorrect        Ian: Show me it without autocorrect lol       Mickey: Ok here it goes   Mickey: Hlo mname s mikkey im sodurunk   Mickey: Yeah that’s it       Ian: Looks like your autocorrect is the best thing in the world and knows how to correct your every word lol       Mickey: Yeah no shit   Mickey: I text my sister a lot when I’m drunk   Mickey: So it got used to me typing fucking nonsense ig       Ian: It’s nice of you to talk to your sister when you are like that lol       Mickey: Yeah I know       Ian: Why aren’t you talking to her now? You said you’re bored       Mickey: Yeah she went on a date with some guy I kinda fucking hate so I don’t wanna bother her and ruin the mood and shit       Ian: I see   Ian: We’ve been talking for an hour already   Ian: A bit more even       Mickey: I know man it’s nice to talk once in a while about trivial shit and like run away from whatever the fuck is going on around you know       Ian: Yeah, I understand. Going through some hard shit myself so yeah, I know :/       Mickey: We can talk about it ig if you want to       Ian: Nah it’s too personal, sorry       Mickey: Ok then    Mickey: You from Chicago?        Ian: Yeah, and you are too :)       Mickey: How did you know       Ian: The city phone code       Mickey: Ah shit this phone code thing   Mickey: Fuck you were first but yeah I get it       Ian: Yeah, so I guess we are somewhere near each other :)       Mickey: Nah probably not   Mickey: You seem too normal       Ian: What does that mean, exactly?       Mickey: Look no offense but it’s like       Ian: None taken       Mickey: Good so uh   Mickey: Not saying you are some westside fancy boy or whatever the fuck your age is   Mickey: But still something like this       Ian: Wish you were right lol   Ian: I’m not from a very good neighborhood but plan on moving out one day        Mickey: Bad neighborhood like in southside?       Ian: Yeah lol       Mickey: No shit. So hello neighbor then       Ian: What??       Mickey: What   Mickey: I said what I said   Mickey: Where else you’ll find people getting shitface drunk on like thursday or whatever the hell day it is now       Ian: True lol   Ian: Well, hello to you too then       Mickey: Yeah finally I’ve met not a fucking crackhead        Ian: You’re pretty good too :)       Mickey: Nah man drop this act of politeness and shit with me    Mickey: I accept my thug role here so idc    Mickey: Are we really talking about the same southside?   Mickey: Prove it       Ian: How exactly? :/       Mickey: Well   Mickey: What was the most messed up shit you’ve ever done       Ian: Uhhh I don’t know, if I can text about it…       Mickey: Dw   Mickey: I’m not some fbi rat or a cop       Ian: That’s something what a cop would say lol       Mickey: Ok give me a sec   Mickey: [Attachment]   Mickey: Good enough? A cop wouldn’t do this shit       Ian: Yeah… Why did you make these?       Mickey: One word man. Juvie       Ian: Ok lol       Mickey: So I’m waiting for you to spill the shit       Ian: Okay, so   Ian: Identity theft       Mickey: Ok       Ian: Almost stole a helicopter        Mickey: Holy fucking shit       Ian: Went AWOL in the army       Mickey: Nah that’s boring       Ian: Got into a military prison, but got released after about three days for one reason I don’t want to mention now   Ian: Southside enough?       Mickey: Damn   Mickey: You’ve been wildin    Mickey: More than enough man       Ian: Nice lol    Ian: That’s not all, but I don’t want to talk about the rest       Mickey: Wait how old are u        Ian: Turning 18 soon. Why?       Mickey: Uhhh don’t you have to be 18 to join the army?       Ian: And that’s when I committed the identity theft :)   Ian: I took my brother’s ID and switched our photos in one “store”       Mickey: Holy shit man that’s impressive   Mickey: You’re fucking amazing    Mickey: Damn and I thought you were boring       Ian: I’m not really proud of it, but yeah, pretty badass :)   Ian: Nah, I’m far from boring lol I hope so at least       Mickey: No I like you already Ian   Mickey: And you’d better fucking believe that cuz it’s coming from someone with a nazi dad who puts a giant confederate flag on his porch during the summer        Ian: Oh       Mickey: What       Ian: You’ve mentioned you have a sister       Mickey: Yeah what’s about it       Ian: Holy shit   Ian: I think I know her       Mickey: She blew you in a high school or something?       Ian: I mean she tried to, but I said I was gay and that’s it   Ian: We’re still friends tho :)       Mickey: Aaahhhh   Mickey: So you’re THE Ian   Mickey: Got it       Ian: What does that mean?       Mickey: I saw you at our house like a fucking dozen times or whatever   Mickey: Not really saw but heard so idk how you look like       Ian: And I didn’t see you for some reason?       Mickey: Yeah no shit I don’t like people so I sit in my room all the fucking time or go to the alibi        Ian: Ok that’s pretty valid :)       Mickey: And we probably met somewhere else but anyway   Mickey: Fuck       Ian: What’s up?       Mickey: It’s like we’ve been meeting for like how many years and now we are like fucking talking and texting each other JUST because some twink gave you the wrong number   Mickey: That’s some cool shit ngl        Ian: Yeah, it sounds cool in perspective :D   Ian: Fuck this guy anyway, honestly… :/       Mickey: That’s the spirit man   Mickey: Fuck anyway   Mickey: I think I’m gonna pass out soon so uh bye ig   Mickey: Ttyl man       Ian: Goodnight :)       Mickey: Wait   Mickey: Before I go       Ian: ?       Mickey: Tell your brother to treat Mandy better or I will fucking cut his skull open       Ian: Gotcha :) Wanna hang out tomorrow?       Mickey: Hell yeah motherfucker