The cocaine crackled in my nose immediately, my head flooded with unearned dopamine as I lifted my head away from the toilet top as the bass from some shitty electrosynth song from a band I didn't care about untill some girl I wanted to bang that night said to play it on the speakers. In front of me was the mirror, and there I stood resplendent under the LED glow- a sweaty, Hawaiian shirted guy with Jim Morrison hair and the wild eyes only a true party animal has. It was at that moment that I realized: "Holy shit me and Harry Du Bois from Disco Elysium would get along really well" then I realized something else: "Almost every video game protagonist would fucking suck to hang out with". What a rotten culture eh? Like imagine telling Duke Nukem that you were sad that you got stood up or something. "Man Duke, my life sure does suck lately eh?" and he'd reply "GROW SOME BALLS YA PUSSY" and laugh at your sob story
Wonder if that says anything about what we like in stories. We lionize a lot of antisocial types
I feel like HDB is a lot like Hunter Thompson: sure, in your head he sounds like he'd be fun as fuck to hang out with, but in person it would mostly just be terrifying and stressful. They're both in the habit of doing inhuman amounts of drugs and then waving guns around because they're sad, which is not really what I look for in a buddy (well not the second part, at least).
Yeah I’ve hung out with that guy. He sucks.