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Ten years isn't a long time. As far as Ian is concerned, even seventeen years aren't. Seventeen years of friendship and ten years of a business that was built on that friendship, makes him feel like just yesterday he was sitting in Anthony's bedroom, playing with their crappy webcam ( Read more... )

“Another day, another dollar.” Ian sighs, as he sprays some Axe cologne on his blue button-up shirt. He doesn’t have a normal, nine-to-five job. The job he has, pays a lot more. In order for Ian to get up and go on set every week, the twenty-seven year old has to drop his last bit of dignity. In fact, when strangers ask what his occupation is, Ian ( Read more... )

It's only eight in the morning and Ian is nervous as fuck.

He's flying to Washington D.C., and he's (he thinks it's quite ridiculous though) deathly afraid of planes and flying in general. He doesn't know how his fear began, he just knows he has it and that it's bad. Now, combine him and a six hour flight, and you'll have three barf bags, one ( Read more... )