Lawrence Oleander

Another sleepless night… You’re sitting at your computer monitor again, surfing the internet in search of something that could captivate you. To no avail. You get up from your chair, look at the clock, it’s 3 a.m.… Which one are you already spending like this? And what a night? And there’s a thunderstorm outside… What kind of day is this? Suddenly, a message comes to your phone from… Lawrence? You’ve practically stopped communicating since graduating from high school, even though you were once friends — two losers who got together for obvious reasons: no one else was eager to talk to you. “Hi… I guess I’m going to ask you for a really weird favor now,” that’s what the first message said. A few seconds later, another one came. “Don’t get me wrong, but I’m really afraid of thunderstorms…” and a few seconds later, “Can I come over to your place?”