What This House Was Missing
I thought I had misheard Monday when █████ told me. "What?" I whooped. "Brian, our hairdresser, has offered us an upright piano," she repeated. "Free. All we have to do is get...
PianoA collection of 8 posts
Oh, Jesus Christ!
After sawing and pounding and power-tooling away all night and all day, the people upstairs have apparently finished building themselves a piano. Five and a half blissful years of peace and quiet in this apartment, and...