>sells essays and schoolwork
>laugh sounds like a cough
>getting his teeth cleaned
>white cheddar popcorn
>that feeling when your leg falls asleep
>the generic iPhone ringtone
>chewy sour candy
>great sense of humor
>dishes out compliments
>has a eclectic friend group
>doesn't know when to end a joke
>has dropped four phone into the toilet in the last year
>not getting a job in dentistry
>losing interest in his major later in life
He is sometimes thought of as a player because he doesn't realize that his kindness and love for women can sometimes dish out the wrong message to people. It isn't like he'll change though, because his mother taught him to treat women with all the respect and love he could, and Blaise never strayed from his mother's advice.
> Father; Thomas Hall Sr.
> Older Brother; Thomas Hall Jr. (Thom)
>Tuesday, Wednesday and Saturday; 11:20am; Applied Dental Materials
>Monday, Tuesday, Thursday; 2:00pm; General Descriptive Chemistry
>Wednesday, Thursday, Saturday; 7:30am; General and Oral Histology
>Tuesday and Friday; 5:00pm; Articulation and Occlusion
Dustin was a huge fan of smoke tricks, whether it be the overused smoke rings or how some people could blow smoke out of their ears and eyes, he could spend countless hours trying to figure out a way to make the smoke do other cool visual tricks. This was usually how he spent his nights at his house, sitting out on the roof outside his window with a pack of cigarettes that he would open and also empty in under four hours. Days were no exception to his infatuation though, for today was one of those slow, boring days where he’d do the same.
Sitting out of his roof, he gazed down at the sidewalk just below. Dustin lived in one of those houses that were just off the road, leaving maybe a foot or two for a small, shitty excuse of a front yard before his front porch sprang up with the house soon following. Of course, this left a lot of room for the back yard, which was much better than a front yard Dustin thought. It’s more private. He could go back there and do whatever the fuck he wanted and not have to get pissed off when someone came by and stared at him in this fucking judgmental way.
That was the problem with this society. They judge way too much and way too easy. If you smoke as a teenager, they tell you that you’re just going to get cancer. Yeah, no shit, that’s what cigarettes do, but that doesn’t stop most people, does it now? If you drink or do some recreational drug, you’re a lowlife scundrel who doesn’t deserve to have nice conversations with others because well, you’re too ‘stupid’. Dustin could rant about those topics for hours, with a little bit more swearing and a little less of everything else. Society judges so it’s taught him to judge right back.
Closing his eyes, he leaned back on the roof and took a long hit of the cigarette between his lips. He had a mix of his favorite 80’s hair bands playing from his old stereo in his room, the speakers he’d gotten from a garage sale in 8th grade crackling from the 10+ years they’ve had on them. He wondered what Craig or Ashlynn were doing. It was weird how he was friends with Ashlynn, when she was a direct part of society that he loved to hate, but she had a nice head on her shoulders and some great thoughts to share so he didn’t really mind much about her choice of career. Dustin didn’t even think about Logan or Alaska because well, they were probably off somewhere teasing each other in only the way people that love each other can.
As he took another puff, opening his eyes to watch himself do what must have been the 50th smoke ring that day, someone called up to him from the sidewalk. Sitting up on his elbows, cigarette dangling lazily from his mouth, he gazed down at the person with a look that can only say ‘what the fuck do you want?’.