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Birthday: October 12th, 1980
Birthplace: Haven, MA
Groups: The Moores?, Westhaven
Job: Pot Dealer
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Overview
Mary might be the den mother, but Mattie here is the glue that holds the family together. Easy with a smile, he keeps the Family relatively mellow by growing, supplying and selling what he affectionately refers to as the ganja. He often plies his wares in front of Clay's Gas Station.
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RP Hooks
Friendly - If Mattie doesn't know you, he knows someone you know. His business has gotten around, and the kush he sells, called "Crescent Moon", is very, very popular, especially with the local college students who commute from here. When not dealing, he works the counter at the gas station.
Space Cowboy - Mattie loves himself some science fiction, but hates real violence. He's not very good at it and when it comes to him, his cries of protest are both humorous and a little sad. He makes very little effort to defend himself, save for curling up into the fetal position and waiting until it's over.
Gangster of Love - Screw Declan Arkwright, man, you got all the therapy you need with Mattie Moore on your couch. He's insightful and very emphatic when it comes to the really deep stuff, like where you go when you die, whether or not aliens exist, and the nature of romance, despite his perpetual singleness.
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Mattie's Playlist and the Lyrics he Remembers
- Wiz Khalifa - Most of Us
- Most of us, brought our own dope and we down to smoke
- Wiz Khalifa - Lit
- Smoke with my mama, roll one for my lady
- Madvillain - America's Most Blunted
- Creativity, it's a known fact that grass increases creativity / From eight, to eleven times. In fact, everyone finds that they're / More creative stoned, than straight. So remember! / M-A-R-I-J-U... A-J-U-A-N-A... Mari-ah... juana... Mari-whana.
- Kid Cudi - Day 'N' Nite
- The lonely stoner, Mr. Solo Dolo... He's on the move, can't seem to shake the shade
- Wiz Khalifa - So High ft. Ghost Lost
- First thing uh huh, wake up out a dream uh huh / Grab a lighter uh huh, something I can steam uh huh / Bong rip uh huh, make sure it's clean uh huh
- Kid Cudi - Pursuit of Happiness
- I'm on the pursuit of happiness and I know everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold, hey... I'll be fine once I get it, yeah... I'll be good... Pursuit of happiness, yeah... I don’t get it, I’ll be good.
- twenty one pilots - Stressed Out
- But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered. Out of student loans and tree house homes, we all would take the latter.
- Hugo - Hopelessly Stoned
- Can't remember the things I've known. Take a track and fill out a form. Build another now, I'm on my own. Just hopeless, hopelessly stoned.
- Wiz Khalifa - No Permission
- Haters be talkin', don't mind 'em, don't listen. Duckin' 'em shots, that's divine intervention. I be so high, you should prolly come visit. You make a choice, hope you like your decision. Come to my crib, we can spark and get lifted.
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Comments
"You ever wonder what language deaf people think in?" - Matthew Moore
"What up boss? We doing Tuesday night Twilight Zone?" - Dakota?
"You were my first in so many things, Mattie. I like that I can still come to you to just sit and chill and talk and whatever. I'd say love, but you know me and love. Or you and love." - Ju-Ju Bean?
"I was reminiscing today about my high school years with someone. Brought back some fond memories of you and I. We had some good times, Mattie. Our lives may be different now, but those memories still make me smile. " - Coral?
"I hear about you around town, that your wares are good. I may have a proposition for you..." - Kit?
"Fucker. You don't shit in other people's houses. And take pictures of you sitting on the toilet. How the hell did you get Adolf on your shoulders anyway? That cat is the surliest fucker I know." - Ju-Ju Bean?
"There's just no excuse that covers a thirty-some-year-old secretly sleeping naked in his teenage cousin's closet-sized room. Especially not being high. Especially not more than once. " - Abby?
"You got to be like, my fifth favorite person in town, and my certainly favorite business associate." - Ef?
"It was most interesting making your acquaintance, Mister Moore. I'll be looking for your biography of how singing in the car made you a celebrity vocalist." - Bree?
"A shoeless old man scooped the skinny and peeled his earholes on high to behold great legends of the Kush King the first night that weathered old cool cat strayed onto the playground at the corner of Bedlam and Squalor. Through numerous bumbles, brambles, brushes and back blown bouts of bullshit, the Kush King was mellow beyond the turning tides of the ocean of commotion that done been coached on in by jerkfaces. In the end, the heir apparent of lounge-and-roll, despite his zero cool, and the Kush King were bro cats for life. They were wanted, dead or alive, for their numerous crimes against jive and an uninteresting life, dig, baby?"
- The Lost Poet, the new roomie?
"Some days I miss you. Some days I hate you. You're always my favorite person. Blood begets blood, and it should never be forgotten or washed away. Merci, Monsieur Moore." - "Spektor"?
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