I have 3 great housemates.
One fixes bikes,
the next works in a record show, but he’s in the process of opening his own food cart,
and the tall lady works in a doughnut shop famous for their voodoo doll shaped pastries which are filled with raspberry jam and come complete with your very own salted pretzel stick so you can poke holes into your arch nemesis.
We are “The City of Roses”, and people are free to own lovely old cars around here because winter is just a rumour. These cars will never have to suffer through the cruel dumps of artic winter.
And so ….