I live in a loft space. I’m not exactly sure what this term means. I think it means housing that’s not suitable to be housing, but people live there anyways.
When I told my sister’s husband that I needed to get back in time for my clowning class, he started laughing. My sister said, “Cory, stop it!” And he said, “Why? It’s clowning!”
I guess he was right. The class was working and I hadn’t even done anything.
I was out in the suburbs of Oklahoma City babysitting my parents’ new puppy. I was alone in a house on a quiet cul-de-sac. The house has new windows. They keep the outside out and the inside in.