pyramids;

My apartment got robbed.

Shit...did you file a report, and all that? 

Enjoy, it won’t last and hey at least I won’t bother you with my music anymore. My instruments were stolen.

Stolen? What the hell happened? 

Your siblings?

Unfortunately. 

Get a job. 

I have a job. 

Why don’t you just move out?

That's the plan. But money doesn't exactly grow on trees. 

Nice, isn’t it ? 

A fuckin' miracle. 

I know the feeling.

As long as I'm not lookin' after brats all day, I could care less.