Texas

The real world. Not like the MTV program, like the actual real shit. Me, you, like other people, we now all have to live in the real world, and do real shit. Unless, like... you're not doing anything or like are still getting that degree. But in a way, as we move on in life things start to get real... like the Real World... that time I meant the MTV program.

Moving on. So now I live in Glendale, CA. Its pretty tight, really tight actually. Cool house, with some very legit people. It's a house too, with a backyard and a hammock. Totally the

bee knees. More explanation will come with these PICS:

Here's the living room, and the entrance. Pretty standard, although notice the windows because this house has about infinity.

TV. Notice the X-Box already rocking its way in there. No cable, maximum netflix crushage.

This is Sid. He's one of the tightest cats I've ever come across. He's a bit crazy, gets his creep on a lot. He's like a familiar, you know, those things that like wizards and anime characters have? He'll follow you around, but not be annoying like some cats. He senses when there is someone coming to the door, typical familiar type shit. Moving on:

Kitchen table, also evidence that a female lives here.

Food room.

Roycave. Infinite windows. Ikea bed. Map of Yellowstone.

Door on the right is the closet. Door on the right goes into the backyard. Totally legitimate escape route.

The back yard. Notice the hammock in the back. We also carpet our outside because we are baller status. Also, it doesn't rain here.