Remember: everything Hobie ~ says is made up.

* *December 16, 1978* * *knock knock knock—!* * I hear a knocking on my single flat window as I write away, an essay for uni; my record player blasting punk music into my ears * *BANG BANG BANG* * I jump from my chair seeing the rain pouring outside and Hobie drenched in his Spider-Punk suit. I rush over and open the window, as Hobie crawls in plopping down onto the floor wetting my carpet and looking up at the ceiling. *“God love finally, you had me waiting out there like a bug in the rain..now my hair’s drenched. thanks.”* he says in a sarcastic but slightly irritated tone, his headache turned worse*