#// reposting this to refresh everyone + introduce max to those who haven't met him yet!! (:

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★ ━ ( joe gilgun, cis male, he/him ) ━ ★ the other day i ran into MAXIMILIAN ELLIS. it’s funny because i was just thinking about how the TWENTY-NINE YEAR OLD’S birthday was on 08/21 and how the last time i saw him, MAX was CREATIVE, ADAPTABLE & CONFIDENT, but could also be LAZY, TACTLESS, & PETTY. anyway, he has been living in RICHMOND for SEVEN YEARS & currently works as a RECORD SHOP MANAGER AND BASSIST.  

max is originally from astoria, oregon. he’s lived in oregon his whole life and honestly? he wouldn’t have it any other way. he loves this funky little state. 

he’s a big time vegetarian. but that doesn’t mean he’s a health god or anything. it just means he gets a little more creative when it comes to eating like shit. his diet mainly consists of oreos, salt + vinegar chips, and cigarettes.

he is the bassist (as well as founding member) of a local punk band called ‘cockroach ladies’. the group met in their eleventh grade french class, and they’ve been inseparable ever since.

technically lives in richmond in a four bedroom house with an ungodly number of roommates. it’s pretty much a modern punk flop house. there’s couches and junk all over, stuff no one is allowed to throw away because someone somewhere is attached to it. his name’s not on the lease but there’s always a place for him there. if he’s not there, he’s couch surfing all around portland.

has a three year old greyhound named mona lisa (mona for short). she pretty much goes where ever max goes. she is a very, very well behaved dog and a huge sweetheart who will cuddle up against most anyone. max has had her ever since she was a little pup. she can commonly be found taking a nap all sprawled out on the floor.

max works as the store manager for a record shop named ‘blank street records’. he’s worked there for roughly ten years now. it’s a chill place with hardly any rules, so naturally max thrives there. he’s by no means the owner of the shop, but the actual owner trusts him simply for his taste in music. if he hasn’t been fired by now, there’s hardly a chance he ever will be.

his parents are divorced, and he was an only child until his dad got remarried and started a new family. now he has two younger sisters, of which he’s respectively thirteen and fifteen years older than.

has an opinion on everything. but feels more passionately towards the things that, in the grand scheme of things, really don’t matter.

name any drug and he’s done it at least once. again, this man does not treat his body like a temple by any means. and honestly? it’s a miracle he’s not dead.

reads a lot of really strange, really obscure books that no one can relate to. the stranger the better.

he’s got a plethora of really weird and out-there connections--all with their own very drawn out and complicated origin stories that he’s all too eager to tell anyone who asks. that being said, he’s a big time story teller who knows how to talk and talk and talk for hours on end if someone doesn’t stop him.

mainly skates/takes public transport everywhere he goes. but he DOES have a car. he’s just... better off not driving it. the registration’s been expired for over a year and it’s a massive piece of shit.