Doing some work outside-dubya drives by in a limo, drunk, yells “what kind of cereal do you like?” Cheney is grumbling about it, but chimpy is not listening-I yell back “Rice Krispies”-I go and tell people. Walking around and find a way to the big space above the apartment. Find a hidden room and start working there. It slides into the garden. I walk around telling everyone.
My exciting life, this place