I do now. Last night, I wandered in off the street and found the resident on her hands and knees, scrubbing the floor. I strangled her with the vacuum cleaner cord and locked her body in that fancy cedar chest. Where is the chest from? Oh, that was a Christmas gift from her brother and sister-in-law.
Yes, please go into the closet as well. Would you also like to use my deodorant? Being a recent hobo, I have no standards or boundaries. It seems like only yesterday that I was homeless.
Great, now some stupid jazz band is making a racket outside the window.