Hello Chieftain!

We have a place to live! We couldn't find a basement suite that didn't smell like dirty socks dipped in sour milk, so we found a great place in a building. It's more than we expected to spend, but it's reasonable, it's a buttload bigger, and there's a metric fuckload of closet space. We might actually be able to cram all our stuff in there. So you're off the hook on having to put us up--for now.

New address is forthcoming. But first, a bit of fun.



Copyright 2004 Rich Bowen