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2016-04-28 11:30:12 Post No. 681626909
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2016-04-28 11:30:12
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This is the heterosexual story about this native american dude that changed my life, no fucketry jokes or prince of bel air shit
>be me, few months ago
>30, virgin beta male autist, live with mom, work graveyard shift at a gas station in rural MN near indian reservation
>go home sleep all day play vidya have no life
>get truckers, drunks, poor fucktards of all types (native and white mostly) coming in every night
>tall imposing native guy in his mid-twenties comes in almost every night during my shift
>he's not like the other natives, doesn't look like he's from around here, wears nice clothes, black framed glasses, has sort of a hipster haircut
>buys a donut and a jug of water every night without fail
>says nothing but "Have a good night, mane" every single fucking time
>in the winter he comes in looking fucked up
>eyes red like he has been crying, distant look, no socks, disheveled
>"sup, man" I ask him and we start talking
>Limes (not his real name) doesn't say why he's crying but it turns out he's a movie director and he is living in a cabin while he writes a movie script
>over the conversation he pulls himself together a little more (likes to talk about himself)
>he leaves
>google him and he hasn't directed any actual movies that I could see but he won something at the sundance film festival
