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Sunday, July 21, 2024

LAST TAIL - Episode 15: Dear Journal, It's Me, Desmond

"Dear journal.


I haven't talked to you in a while, have I? We'd been so close for a while there that I thought I'd go on to have every day of my life documented within your pages. I still like to look back at the earliest volumes when I was but a six-year old rewatching my old Doug VHS tapes on repeat, thinking I could have a life like his. Full of eccentric characters, wacky adventures, and--And I remember this being particularly embarrassing at that age--hoping to catch feelings for some pretty girl at school that I could then write about in your pages, imagining fun adventures with her and my other friends. 


Of course, at that age, I couldn't figure out what or why somebeast would suddenly become so infatuated with another, so I figured it would just happen naturally. My friends all developed crushes, some even on each other, but I was always the outlier even then. Once I hit my teen years and all of my friends were either watching porn or trying to sneak looks into the girl's bathrooms, I had had zero interest in such things. Seeing naked girls wasn't something that I had cared about at all. Boys either. My "friends" started calling me names and eventually just stopped hanging out with me altogether. 

They had their boyfriends and girlfriends, so what did they need a stupid little fat fuck like me hanging around anyway?


Thanks for listening, journal. Even though we haven't talked in so long, you still were there for me the second I needed you. So, instead of more ranting, I want to fill your pages with some actual good news for the first time in two decades.


I am writing a story based on the new town where my parents had abandoned me. It's full of the wacky sort of beasts I always thought I'd meet back in Jersey but instead was given a bunch of antisocial assholes. 

The people here are pretty nice, even to gross little star-noses like me. Toh Daniels, the orange cat that took me in and allowed me to live in his Boarding House has hired me on as a barista at the coffee shop that he also owns. I'm just a part-timer, with the paycheck at the end of each month going towards the month's rent. 

Brickhedge is the name of the town I'm living in now. It's located somewhere in the New Hampshire mountains and is fucking dull compared to the city, but I'm--and you can't tell anyone this--actually starting to like it here. 


But here's the biggest twist yet: I made a new friend—an actual new friend who added me on Facebook and everything. I was the one who initiated the first conversation! His name is Advrik, and he's a Gray Wolf, a rather small one at that. They're typically like, what? six and a half feet? This one's barely even a six-footer. Why, I saw a big black wolf at K-Mart just the other day that made him look comparatively diminutive!


Oh, speaking of my tentacles. I ran into this blue mountain lion a month back who immediately became transfixed by my nose, but more precisely, my tentacles. I'd hazard a guess that she was relatively attractive; she had all the hallmarks of such: Long, luxurious hair, wide hips, long legs, sparkling yellow eyes—oh, and large breasts. 

I swear to you, and only you, she was flirting with me! Had I been a prey animal during the Primal era, I would have been a dead mole with the way she was staring at me and my tentacles. She was practically drooling; it was weird. 

Coincidentally, it was that little run-in that I fled from and ended up getting a job and working FOR my landlord. Talk about shitty irony; I'm probably the sole living example of the meme about earning a living for your landlord.


Creepy lioness aside, whom I've seen and had to hide from at the coffee shop multiple times now, things are going okay for me I think. I've received a steady trickle of my possessions from back home from my parents, but still no form of communication. I'd been reshaping the basement-level room at the boarding house--Oh hey, I'm kind of like a subterranean Arnold from Hey Arnold! Now!--into a little cave of glowing lights, neon signs, and as many vintage electronics as I can find. 

It's looking pretty snazzy now. I do allow some natural light in, but I keep the curtains closed most of the time, With one big exception being for thunderstorms (one of which is currently roaring outside as I sit at my sprawling computer/work desk and write this entry).


Tomorrow is the last day of June, and the whole town is coming out(no pun intended) to celebrate Pride Month in a huge celebration all along Main Street. I was astounded at just how open to the idea the town's residents were to the proposition from the mayor's new town planner. Usually, hicks like this are homophobic fucks that would burn anything with a rainbow on it, but the vast majority of the population was for it. I'd heard some blowback, yeah, and even talked to a few of the shitheads for material-collecting purposes. I held my tongue; I can be a prick, but I know when to fight my battles, and talking back to a raving, mad 80-year-old raven with a 'Xopher 2024' shirt wasn't something I had the time for that day. 

Perhaps later, though.


Oh, one more thing before I go because it's getting late: The town planner is a HUMONGOUS grizzly bear. He lives with this purple vixen with shadowy hair that my new friend Advrik seems to have an eye for. Apparently, they had been talking at the town hall meeting back in May and had misjudged the fox's connection to the bear, thinking they were a pair. So like a little pissant, he dipped, citing fear of being mauled by the seven-foot-tall mountain of muscle.

Here's the thing: Eligh, the bear, is super gay and as gentle as they come. Brigid, on the other hand, is fiery and adventurous. She still sports that stupid scene hairstyle from the 2000s (Don't you talk about my curtains cut from the 90s, either!). I know this because the two are regulars at Toh's Beans, the coffee shop I work at. I listened in on their conversations(Again, I'm mat-hunting) and gleamed that Brigid(the fox) was quite taken by Advrik herself. 

Now, if you're asking me why I don't simply tell them about each other and become their matchmaker,  I'll tell you why: I want to watch and see how the events between these two naturally unfold if they do at all. I want to vicariously live through Advrik and experience the pining for romance that I could never feel. 


That and, as I had mentioned earlier, I am and still am a massive prick."

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