Jeremy Sexton

Whenever my landlord’s outside, I’m very careful about how quickly I make it into my basement apartment. You, see, he lives upstairs in the house, I live in the basement with my own front door. English basements, I believe they’re called for reasons that escape me. I dart in because it’s messy. It’s a silent way of saying, “It’s dirty in here, don’t look inside!”

I wonder if life’s kinda like that sometimes…