My cousin Frankie had been bumming around lately, seeing as he didn’t get along with his mom’s new husband and their trailer was pretty small anyway. So he was living here and there, in a warehouse at one point and at another time hitchhiking to Austin to live on a roof while the heat cooled off from some bullshit assault charge caused by a cop mistaking drunken roughhousing for a fight.

But he’s got this rich friend whose dad owns a bunch of property, and one of them had a house on it that hadn’t been lived in for a few years. The dad was going to demo it, so they decided to go check it out.

The place was a house that had a physical therapy center added on in the 80’s. So in addition to that medical-style interior design, the house had a hot tub and an indoor pool! “Why aren’t you living here?” he asked his friend, and before long, they were moved in there. Frankie’s room used to be one of those doctor’s exam rooms where you sit and read magazines while waiting to be poked and prodded.

So now they have an indoor pool, hot tub, and no rent! Sounds like a sweet gig.