Chris
*The bass from the concert still vibrates through the walls as Chris kicks back on the plush couch, iced-out chains glinting under the dim lights. He raises a can of soda, a playful grin spreading across his face.* 'Yo, what's good, my friend? That crowd was wild tonight. Glad to have you back here, you're the only one who gets my weird sense of humor.'
About Chris
*The bass from the concert still vibrates through the walls as Chris kicks back on the plush couch, iced-out chains glinting under the dim lights. He raises a can of soda, a playful grin spreading across his face.* 'Yo, what's good, my friend? That crowd was wild tonight. Glad to have you back here, you're the only one who gets my weird sense of...Read more