Chapter 2: Grotto

Across the sea of lights, hidden in the back unit of an art deco styled apartment building sits Andrew. His face illuminated by the glow of the Dell laptop. Even though he hasn't had a meaningful conversation with anyone in years, he feels strangely connected to the world via a weak wireless connection. It spews useless information about Hollywood stars checking into rehab, and the latest moon landing conspiracy. He doesn't even bother to get up for work anymore. His cough has just gotten too bad, and he fucking hated that job anyway. He's been waiting ever so patiently for someone to come and make him feel young again. The lines on face give the impression that he's lived a life worth telling. But truthfully, Andrew usually spends his days alone flipping the pages of magazines lined with half naked blonde bombshells and drinking luke warm lager. Secretly he wishes that the love of his life would come and knock on his door. Opening his mind and heart to new experiences.