I'm sitting in Boombox Guy's living room, a place most never see, and everything around me screams stories that I can't seem to write down fast enough.
Metallic Pac-Man cutouts line the walls. A spear gun is suspended from the ceiling. There’s a homemade ball pit and a dresser-turned-TV-stand découpaged with Van Gogh.
Boombox Guy climbs carefully out of the ball pit nestled in the corner by the couch.
“So, tell me about yourself,” I say as he steps over the six boom boxes strewn across his floor.
“You’re welcome to have some Diet Dr Pepper,” he responds instead, and settles on the sofa across from me. “And some cookies too,” he adds.