Kelby Kennen's Questionnaire

Y'know, I always thought that when I decided to stop touring, I'd settle down somewhere famous for music, like Memphis or Seattle or something. And I also thought I'd be at least 40. But here I am. 26 living in a shitty studio apartment in Portland, Oregon of all places.

Not that Portland's bad, or anything. To its credit, it does have a music scene, even if it's not really my sort of scene. Not that that's why I live here, anyway. I live here because, as far as the west coast goes, it's cheap. And I was told there was a good job market, but turns out that's mostly in tech, so that was a bust. Managed to score the sort of retail cashier job that's around in every city, and of course that's how I ended up with a haunted book. Guess that means I'm "keeping Portland weird" or whatever. God, that's such a stupid slogan. I swear if the city council didn't copyright it right after the first videos of werewolves and stuff started going viral, every city in the world would have its own version of the slogan as their motto.

Anyway, my apartment's pretty standard, as studio apartments go. It's basically just one big room, ‘cept for the bathroom of course. Walls aren't soundproofed in the slightest, the paint job is lousy at best, all the normal apartment stuff. Rent's lower than it probably should be, though. There's no mold or bug problems or anything like that, and the neighbourhood is nothing notable, so I can only assume there's been people murdered in the building or something. Wouldn't surprise me at this point.

I work at Unusual Convenience which, obviously, is a convenience store. It's kinda like 7-11 if there was only one location and every surface in the place was constantly vaguely sticky. I get yelled at by customers for 3-9 hours, 4 days a week, and in exchange they pay me barely above minimum wage and let me take home all the stale donuts I want at the end of my shift. I think Hank owns the shop. Well, owned. Not sure who owns it now, actually. Whoever they are, I hope they raise our wages.

As for what I spend that money on, well, nothing special really. Rent, food, bills, the usual suspects. I go out sometimes, drink, have a bit of fun. And anything I have left over from all that, I save. I 'spose that's not very exciting, but that's just how life is sometimes, I guess.

My ambition? Well I 'spose at the moment it's to get fuckin' Hank and his stupid tome out of my house and out of my life for good. I.. I really don't know why he gave me that thing. His ghost whines on and on about 'squandering my potential' and shit like that. He sounds like my dad. But the worst part is he does it all hours of the night and I can't get him to shut up! I have gotten maybe 12 hours of sleep total over the past fortnight, I can't keep living like this. If I could kill Hank and finally end this, God knows I would. Unfortunately, Google says ghosts can't die, so that's a bust. Would I kill another person if that'd shut him up? I don't know. Maybe? I'd sell my soul, if that's anything. Hell can't be worse than this.