So I’ve been sleeping in someone else’s bed, and will continue to do so for awhile. In fact, I shower in her bathroom, eat in her kitchen, and relax on her futon. And I call it mine.

It is the best way to live. My own belongings have been pared down to a minimum. And yet I have what I need, all the comforts of home. And the windows…

Tony, on the other hand, thought it might be nice to bring everything he owned (two tuxedos: one traditional black and one powder-blue with ruffles; three bottles of whiskey; and a stolen suitcase filled with headshots and lubricant) and has opened every drawer and cabinet, trying on or tasting everything that was left behind.

Subletting is a way of life. For now, a very good one. We’ll see how it sustains itself. You never know what Tony might do.