“Eh… looks good enough, I guess.”

I walk up to the door of the house, tired as shit. The past week’s been a bittersweet hell to put it lightly. I’ve barely slept and the pads of my fingers are still raw from the last set I played. Worse yet, some wacko motherfuckers rollin’ up on our spot, stealin’ my band’s shit and bustin’ my axe…. Fuckin’ animals….

Nothing left to do but knock.

Knock… knock… knock

“Hey, man, open up. The sun’s beating down like a spotlight. I’m gonna go blind at this rate.”

I hear shuffling on the other side of the door.

“Let me crash here a couple nights. I won’t hang around forever. I’m not some… uh…. What was the word? Ah, freeloader. Shit’s a total mess right now—like hosting a A-lister in a dive bar with no crowd control!”