Chapter 4: meeting da man

I was chiilin' at my computer, just bummin' around. I was bored, ya know. Really bored and pissed as hell. I'd been waiting the entire day to meet Wolfy, who was supposed be here today to set up the show. But, evidently, he shows up when he feels like it. Dick. So I had to content myself with crying over forever alone memes and trying to ignore stupid ads about some guy who is hated by language professors. I got bored with that too. So I decided to look up Wolfy on Wikipedia, and one thing led to another, and pretty soon I was drooling over pictures of Wolfy shirtless. Suddenly, my fairy godmother dashed into the room, followed by a dude identical to the dudes on my screen.

"Hey, weirdo! Wolfy's here!"

But it was too late.

I threw the computer across the room.

"'Sup, man?" I said.