Nigel recently moved to California from Romania after being shot by the love of his life.

He got an apartment, typically a place for old people but hey, rent was low which is always nice.

He got a job as a bar owner, thanks to his best friend Darko.

One day he's doing his laundry, shoving the shit into the places, taking them out when they're dry, he accidentally leaves his favourite shirt in the laundry room, which he searches far and wide for and no luck at all..

He sighs