Several years ago I shared an apartment with a guy. I moved out, with my furniture, he stayed.

A few months later I stopped by to visit. He was in living in the same two bedroom, two bath apartment with his cat and not much else. He had a mattress on his bedroom floor and a thirteen inch tv on a milk crate, and that's about it. His spacious living room had absolutely no furniture, dining room--empty; in the kitchen he had two bowls on the floor for the cat and a wooden chair. In the refrigerator there was some water and cat food. In the drawers, only a single spoon, knife and fork.

He was gainfully employed so he could afford furniture. Was he just too lazy to go out and get some?

Was he making a philosophical statement and practicing asceticism? I didn't ask, and I'll never know.


by: Jerome


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