It's a very, very, very fine house ...
After only 38 years of shuffling around on
this mortal coil, I have finally realized the American Dream and
bought my own house. It took me three months of constant
searching with my trusted agent and friend, Vince, to find my
palace, but it was worth the search. It has four bedrooms, three
bathrooms, a greatroom, livingroom, recreation room, sunroom,
detached garage with work shop, and a full-size basketball court
in the back yard. And it's located on a cul-de-sac. Although I
was slightly terrified by the prospect of becoming an endentured
servant for the next 30 years, I gladly left the hustle and
bustle (and weirdo neighbors) of the city to move North to the
suburbs, where I am now one of those poor fools I have been
pitying during their rush-hour trek to work and back. I don't
mind the commute much at all. When I arrive home at the end of a
hard day's work, I have peace and quiet. It is MY HOUSE.