Big Steez

it is with heavy hearts that we mourn the loss of the big steez, a man who spent his days analyzing Freud through a haze of blue light while his own neurons quietly gave up the ghost. He was a connoisseur of the slightly overweight alt girl—the ones with the chipped black nail polish, the softness of their bodies, and the nihilistic energy that matched his own perfect for edging sessions that lasted hours on end. He was a devoted gooner and a professional napper, viewing sleep as his primary hobby and the only time he actually felt alive. He was a chud in the truest sense of the word, unapologetically unevolved and content to rot in his own filth while trying to understand human behavior through the lens of 4chan threads. He leaves behind a legacy of zero accomplishments, maximum comfort, and a collection of unfinished essays on the collective unconscious. May you rest in peace forever, Big Steez.