There’s A Stranger In My Living Room

“What, just explore this apartment?  The people who live here won’t mind?”

“Oh, they don’t know. I just need to describe what I see. Alright, sure.”

Holy shit, don’t these people clean? I would hate to live in a place like this.  Ohh, but that sign is funny. “Hippies use the backdoor.”  Let me pick around all these shoes – oh, I guess I should take my own off.

Okay. Let’s get through this quickly.

Damn! Look at those bookshelves! Oh, but first – ooh, a bar! Should I have some whisky or rum? Nice.

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