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August 29, 2003
Scribble scribble scribble VII.
These are the Elliots.
Elliot Jackson is on the left, Elliot Bigelow is on the right. They go by EJ and Bigelow respectively, but most folks just call 'em the Elliots.
EJ's a little run down after years of squatting and alcoholism, so he takes things slower these days. He lives in a shelter, stands on the corners most mornings looking for a day's work, and he's sorta-kinda in recovery. He figures he's a little too old for the game.
Bigs is a lot younger, and would probably be a nice guy, if he could stop getting into fights, telling outrageously unbelieveable lies, and drinking/smoking/shooting/snorting anything he can get his hands on. Nobody in his squat really likes him, since he likes to spend evenings bragging about that time he killed those eight Jamaicans in Palm Beach for pinching his swimsuit model girlfriend's ass... while trying to steal the shoelaces out of a squatmate's boots.
Besides their names, the Elliots don't have a lot in common. But being homeless is a lot safer when you use the buddy system.
The Eliotts squat in Skinner and don't know anyone else yet, although they would probably recognize Reagan. She walks through their part of town on the way to work, and she's hard to miss. Oh, and the Elliots have been recently cut off by Bloom. He doesn't extend credit.
Posted by Spike at August 29, 2003 02:33 AM
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