Dennis "NOFX Douchebag" Demoira

Dennis Demiria has been trying to talk to me on MSN for a while now. For those unfamilliar with that name, Dennis is one of those casual aquiantances I rarely mention because no one seems to think he exists.

I can, however, explain why that is in this case. For one, Dennis lived here about a month, as far as I can tell, and spent that month alternating between doing ecstasy and playing guitar with me and Lucas (who is also the only person I'm personally aware of that has ever met my elusive friend Ian, not counting Alex, who has a lame memory, and the 'Slyder' bunch, who are all much older. Infact, he probably knows more about him nowadays than I do). Accordingly, he wasn't really exposed to many people, and the person who introduced us (Alex) is typical of his other friends - she spent enough time being stoned that she apparently has no memory of him. If you couple that with the fact that he was very much so a self-righteous prick, it actually makes alot of sense why no one remembers him.

Anyway, Dennis was essentially an asshole, and really the only reason I remember him myself is that he'd occasionally show up at my Grandparent's (where I was living at the time), all strung out, and looking for someone to take care of him.

Eventually, his constant trips and general douchery got him kicked out of his Aunt's place, where he was staying, and of course, he called me. Alot of people do for some reason, most likely because I was the first of my friends to own a car. After another talk down session, it was decided I would drive him to Grande Prarie.

To make a really long story short, I did. And despite his assurances, I never, ever heard from him again, nor was I repaid the favour. Really, Brendan Terrel is likely the only person I've helped in this way who has.

Anyway. I don't get why he's trying to talk to me now, so it is block and delete time before I end up 'helping' him with some other shit. Shoulda helped me track that acid down when I asked ya, fucker.