My Old Life

For a while, I lived in a nice condo on the 23rd floor, overlooking Yonge and Finch in Toronto.  When I moved it, it was a brand new buidling just finished.  I was separated from my girlfriend and rooming with an old friend who I wasn't aware, was a bit of a messy dude, and a classic pack-rat, expecialy when it came to buying and keeping food.

He messed up the kitchen and in turn, I became to care less, and I messed up my office area.  More messy than you might imagine. Two males over 40 with no female influence sure can destroy a brand new luxury condo.