Anyone know how poor Oreo passed?
The news came shortly after his move back home.
Noah had recently crashed his more reliable car by running a red light and lying about it, Ralph style.
Leading up to to the move, Noah had lamented on Twitter multiple times that the lemon he purchased was inadequate for the drive from Illinois to Arizona.
I mention this to paint a picture:
Imagine being a dog at the tail end of her life, stuffed into a crusty cramped beater, which is itself stuffed to the brim full of dusty D&D tomes, theater knickknacks, and clothes that haven't been washed in months.
The sound of the rear axle dragging the asphalt only barely managed to drown out the sound of the driver weeping over the loss of a girlfriend he had over a year ago. If not this, it's the blaring sound of early Linkin Park and Final Fantasy themes, as filtered through a blown out speaker.
As if that weren't bad enough, the driver is reluctant to stop for any piss and shit breaks, surely never risking it on the shoulders of one of the many long and linear highways along this road to ruin. Anxiety is a slow and insidious killer, after all.
In the end Noah did what he's been doing for years now, dragging everyone around him into the dark and depressing miasma radiating from his very core.
tl;dr if stress wasn't a factor in Oreo's death, I'll eat all the black tophats.