Thread:Jangles9/@comment-39746027-20191030021122/@comment-31332550-20191206024046

It was a sunny august day in 2017 I just bought lights out tickets and was extremely excited to go meet my favorite tik tokers especailly Nick Kent. I took the bus to down to the quant town the meet and greet was being held and walked the rest of the way but when I arrived it was a small bookstore This is a weird place for a socail media event I said to myself before pushing the warm handle to the small business. The smell of old books surrounded me like glaze on a cinnamon bun. I walked to the counter and asked where the meet and greet was they told me the back room. I pushed open the door revealing metal chairs in rows of five all facing a plastic desk This is such a small room and where is everyone? I looked up at a whiteboard on the wall behind this desk it read Discussing apathy for the devil my heart dropped and did spins tony hawk could never. My eyes darted around the room until I saw him it was a poet, he looked so wise I couldn't handle it. I walked up to him and asked Where is the lights out meet and great? I saw no e boys in sight. The poet spoke This is a very important discussion why are you here my jaw dropped down into the depths of the hole where the devil lye (according to nick) his voice sounded like it was kept in ancient egypt tombes. He was better then any Nick Kent tiktoker he was the poet, he was The Nick Kent.