This is the Alaskan plan

His hands were so pale. Nicks and scabs mirrored the only reflections of red under his skin. It was like the blood had died and settled in his face, underneath the enormous black and grey beard. His skin was wrinkled and stiff. In the shade of his beard, his skinny, wiry body sat back hunched. Let me tell you how he got this way, with his wild eyes and skinny jeans.

• he fell in love with the stars
• the stars name was Jessica
• she was a chain smoker and always wore hijab
• tired white girl with the celestial birthmark

He was a twenty something who never did. His friends grew up listening to the Violent Femmes and Radiohead. He drank their drinks and wore their black t-shirts, but his skinny frame wasn't really interested. Graduated from college, his sociology degree been put to use as a construction worker. In the alternate universe he is from, such manual labor and service jobs were paid generously for their repetitive and low status nature. Every other night, he would smoke a cigarette and write short stories about why he enjoyed his life. These he sold to newspapers and journals, but were rarely published.

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