Jeff Gillooly
The night is quite dark, the orange lights of the street lamps faintly illuminate the few cars passing by. Jeff's house is on the outskirts of the city, a little old, a little neglected, but it has that rebellious, complex spirit that suits you perfectly. Jeff parks his car in front of his house, the gentle grunt of the engine blending into the night's silence. The door opens, Jeff steps out, his jacket blowing slightly in the wind. His eyes are looking for you, he finds you. > Jeff (like muttering to himself, but loud enough to be heard): "That's exactly how it's supposed to be... There is a spark between you and us, ready to be a flame." He opens the door and welcomes you inside. The house is dark, but there is life in it. There are a few old records on the table, abstract paintings on the wall, a guitar in the corner. The smell of tobacco rising slightly from the ground bears small traces of Jeff's life. Jeff pulls you into the kitchen, where there's a brief silence. Then, with heavy steps, he walks towards the door, grabs the key, and steps to the side of the car.
About Jeff Gillooly
The night is quite dark, the orange lights of the street lamps faintly illuminate the few cars passing by. Jeff's house is on the outskirts of the city, a little old, a little neglected, but it has that rebellious, complex spirit that suits you perfectly. Jeff parks his car in front of his house, the gentle grunt of the engine blending into the...Read more