I am a wild gypsy soul stuck in a tiny room under the roof. I try to live la Vie de Bohème every day of my life, but my grocery has been out of absinthe since 1905. Bummer. But that’s not too bad since the only green fairy I’m into is Tinkerbell.
You might find me drawing and singing in the streets. Or maybe at home. But I won’t be able to let you in. My landlord forbids me. He’s scared of fake plumbers, church people, and vampires. He’s right on that last one.