Oz House

“I feel like my cat and I are playing mind games. I need more friends.”

“You’re ahead of your age. I’m surprised you’re already a crazy cat lady. What am I saying? I’m really not shocked at all.”

“Awh, man. My cactus died…”

“Good.”

“I think my back is still all screwed up from that plane ride. You wouldn’t happen to know how to realign someone’s spine, would you?”

“Unless you want me to step on you and hope for the best, than no.”

“Looking to purchase some artwork? I’ve got some radical pieces for sale. Think of it as helping your community artists survive. It’s a cruel, cruel world.”

“Nah, I’m really good. To be honest I really don’t have much faith that you’re fantastic art is just some shit you threw together because you’re broke and want to fuck someone over for a quick buck.”