This is not a prison. This was our locker for the last 2.5 years. We first got it when it was decided that DR would move in with me and my roommate Mykull. We knew that between the 3 of us there would be a lot of extra furniture and robots, too much for this place, so the locker was the solution. In time, we also ended up putting our bicycles in there after the second attempt at stealing them from our balcony by some crackheads. Oh, and our Christmas stuff too since I was afraid to put up my tree with all its decoration after getting George Hamilton. So maybe it turned out to be a prison after all, one for the things we loved but didn’t have room to display.
This is the room vacated by Mykull’s departure this week. Mykull and I became roommate 4.5 years ago after both of us going through separate but dramatic events in our lives. He was a good roommate and we got through some fun adventure in our times living together. Good luck to you my friend. I know your new home will be a great one.
OK DR, roll up your sleeves, we have lots of work to do. Your robots will breathe again.