CRAWFORD, Fintan Lucas

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I AM THE SON AND HEIR
OF NOTHING IN PARTICULAR.

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FULL NAME: fintan lucas crawford.
NICKNAMES: finn, finny, finn the human.
AGE: twenty-four.
BIRTHDAY: 09-11-1990.
CURRENT CITY: chicago, IL.
HOMETOWN: rock springs, WY.
EDUCATION: dropped out from the University of Florida Levin College of Law, three years into undergraduate study.
OCCUPATION: owner: downtown catcafe.

FACEBOOK NAME: Finn L. Crawford
TWITTER HANDLE: fintanthehuman
INSTAGRAM: finncrawford
TUMBLR URL: N/A

COUNTOWN:

5 things I don't feel guilty about

i. taking the business.
ii. burning Sue's copies of the Twilight saga.
iii. stalking my ex wife on Facebook.
iv. over-quoting my favorite passages from novels.
v. dropping out of law school.

4 things I feel guilty about

i. not calling my mom back.
ii. showing blatant favoritism to some cats.
iii. posting private pictures of Mimi online.
iv. leaving the refrigerator door open too often.

3 people on my recently called list

i. my landlord.
ii. my cousin India.
iii. my brother Toby.

2 realities I fear most

i. owning a cat cafe.
ii. never actually writing a novel.

1 solace

i. being in the cafe after closing, with free reign over the record player and all the coffee I can drink.

LOVE SEASONAL:

the best sex you've ever had

Mutually losing your virginity is a weird thing. Like two people trying to figure out how to put together an Ikea dining chair-- you know how it's supposed to look, you get the gist of how you're supposed to get there, but you're not gonna put it together without some hiccups. That's how it was with Mimi and I. We were only fifteen, but we'd known each other forever and it just sorta happened... she said she wanted to, and obviously I did too. Anyway, the first couple times weren't the best, but we got the hang of it pretty quickly. My brothers might have given me a couple tips.

The best time was when we were seventeen, after prom. Cliche as fuck. But where our friends were clumsily pulling their way through layers of polyester prom dress - with no idea of just how much physical exertion they were in for - Mia and I were pros by that point, and when I carried her into that grim motel bedroom and lay her out on the bed, her lips tasting of spiked punch and watermelon lip gloss, I was feeling pretty confident about what I was doing. The mild buzz paired with the novelty of privacy made it one of the best nights of my life to date. I think I knew I'd marry her there and then.

the most desperate thing you've done for love

Open a fucking cat cafe in Chicago. I'd dragged her out to Florida for nothing, so she deserved to make the next big life call. I didn't think she'd make such a stupid one. Having said that, it's proven to be a viable business, and the cats are OK when they're not making me break out in hives. Yeah, I'm allergic. I live on antihistamines.

one love or many loves?

None. Doesn't matter how long you've been with them or how much you love them, they'll fuck you over in the end.

an occasion where you've given flowers

Weirdly, just after I got out of hospital. I bought Mia a huge bouquet as an apology - I'd gotten myself into a fight I could never win, supposedly in her honor, and she'd given up her weekend to be by my side in hospital. Maybe I was a bit of a douche.

FAMILY


PARENTS:

- Richard Crawford, mechanic.
- Hope Crawford, high school teacher.

SIBLINGS:

- Danny Crawford, maritime lawyer.
- Toby Crawford, criminal lawyer.
- Susie Crawford, studying law.

OTHERS:

 Mia Rosenfeld, ex wife.

When I was eighteen and freshly graduated, it turned out that my mom had been sleeping with a kid from my year in school. Literally the week after graduation this guy turns up at our house, professing his love. My mom had to confess. It was pretty fucking humiliating, I won't bullshit you. But I didn't really know the kid-- I guess he'd been avoiding me, and I guess that's probably the most legit thing he could have done given the fact he was fucking my mom.

As angry as my brothers and I were, my dad just wasn't. They'd been married for nearly twenty years and he did not give a fuck. OK, he probably did, but he never let us see it, never let on that maybe he fucking hated her. They slept in separate rooms while the case came to trial, but by the time she was sentenced six months later, he'd forgiven her. Completely. Dan and I were still fucking furious, Toby even more so, but when he forgave her we didn't have much choice but to follow his lead and do the same. Can't pretend our relationship is what it used to be.

MY LIFE:

MY [FORMER] GIRL:

  Our wedding song was 'Big Jet Plane' by Angus and Julia Stone. Not just because it's a simple, wedding-friendly song that suited our rustic leanings, but because traveling was something we were obsessed with. Well, I was, and I was obsessed with the notion of taking her with me, of presenting all these amazing places to her so she'd love them and love me for taking her out of the sleepy city we grew up in. I wanted her to see the world. It never really occurred to me that I didn't massively want the world to see her, not until it happened.

When I first met her I thought all girls harbored disease, and when I got gum in her hair it wasn't a total accident. I can admit that now. I was right about her back then, she really was bad news - five year old me had better judgement than fifteen year old me. The teacher had to cut the gum out of her hair. Ten years later and I was leaning on her hair by accident, clumsily making out in her bedroom, having successfully sneaked in, evading Marina's attention. I think we made a habit of skulking around just for the fun of it, since I was already such a fixture in the Rosenfeld family that they invited me on any and all family outings and vacations. Our parents were close.

It's easy to be cynical and say that we were only so obsessed with each other because we came from a small place where competition wasn't exactly abundant, and maybe there's some truth to that. But I really think that we could have been born in New York, or Chicago, or even fucking Tokyo, and we'd still have wound up bound together. I was impulsive where she was cautious, she was empathetic where I was insensitive. She never forgot to hide spare keys, and I never failed to lose mine. When I was stuck in bed with mono she kept me sane with Burnout tournaments on the PS2, and when her purse was stolen I raised her spirits with Liam Neeson Taken impressions on her answering machine. It's such a cliche, but we really were two halves of one whole-- seriously, our friends refused to hang out with us separately.

There's nothing I want more than to cut Mia out of my life entirely. I hear myself mentioning her in answer to every fucking thing, but since the age of six I've barely spent a day without her. Redacting her from my history leaves me with scraps, the barest trimmings of a personal life. She was my first kiss, my first fuck, the girl I took to prom and the woman I said 'I do' to. Before the divorce she was the only fucking girl I'd ever put my dick in. When someone's so much a part of you that you can't think of yourself without reference to them, it fucking hurts when they betray you. It fucking hurts like hell and it doesn't fucking ease up.

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ALIAS: lex.
AGE: 22.
PLAY-BY: bailey sondag.
MEMBER GROUP: chicago.
INSPIRATION: i wish i knew.