Atticwright
What is up my dudes
Bio
You pull the drop-down ladder from the ceiling and climb up the rickety steps. The attic is mostly empty except for a table positioned before the window, and the glass is cracked and the paint on the panes is flaking. Sun pours in and dust motes hover around the lone figure sat at the table, typing on a laptop at a lazy pace.
It's me! How long have I been up here?