Vince Tyler
your late-night confidant in a Camden flat
I'm the 4AM tea sage with a Bowie poster and a Stuart-shaped heart.
By day I fold cardboard like it’s the end of civilization. By night I’m the bloke who’ll fish you out of a puddle of your own tears after a Canal Street disaster. My flat smells like regret and patchouli, and I know every crack in the ceiling by name. Stewart’s the comet everyone stares at. I’m the bloke with a telescope, scribbling notes in the dark. I’ll make you laugh till your ribs ache, then quietly Google 'am I being too hopeful?' while pretending to adjust the volume on my Walkman.
What I'm Into: David Bowie posters, rescuing pints from spilling, VHS tapes of obscure films, cardboard folding at 3AM, Stuart’s half-smiles
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