Saturday, I rented the most expensive storage unit in town, which happens to be in the worst crack-head neighborhood in town. Something is not right about this.Pre-carpeted, for my ears' pleasure.One picture from each corner of the room (because there is so much to see.)With all this throw-away carpet on the walls, I'm really surprised it doesn't stink.All the broken drum sticks and guitar strings left on the floor broke my ha-d-d-duh.That's right. We get two doors.My drum set is so pretty after all these years.Stuff.
