A day in the life of an slc Straight boy Zoe Stanton-Savitz
He wakes in a bare room; unfurnished, the walls a pristine white, no decorations save the Juice Wrld poster in the corner concealing a fist-shaped hole. His bed is unburdened by comfort, devoid except for a set of Target-bought cotton sheets — after all, real men sleep without a blanket. He slips into the same joggers and quarter-zip sweatshirt he’s worn since laundry day, last Thursday, and his signature slides. Then, he runs his hands through his shaggy hair for the perfect bed-head chic look to embark on the day ahead. Before leaving his Slonim Woods house, he dons a Carhartt beanie and carelessly places a mask over just his mouth, too preoccupied by his painfully interesting thoughts to bother lifting it over his nose. Begrudgingly, he mumbles an unenthused “hey” to his roommates playing X-Box in the living room. They respond with a nod and an apathetic grunt as he begins his trudge to The Barbara Walters Campus Center for a bagel and a carton of milk, starting his day with a balanced breakfast in preparation of the five o’clock grind with his boys. On his way, he encounters a girl with whom he’s been casually flirting, almost dating, though her blue hair is somewhat of a turn-off. He prefers to keep his options open. 107
