It's a Felix & Oscar type deal. Old divorced guys sharing a large town home so we both have large private enclaves & a couple of nice common areas for socializing. Save money, there's company there sometime, but plenty of personal space. Some neighbors thought we were gay at first but we explained to them we're both convinced we'd be with someone better looking if that were the case. I'm an entertainer & there was a 6 month honeymoon period between me & the local kids where I spoiled the little crumb crunchers with so many balloons & magic tricks it hit that point where appreciation leaves & tiny skulls full of mush say..."we own this guy!". Fortunately the urchins are learning gratitude, discretion, & the wisdom of asking for balloon with no one else around. Those kids multiply like Agent Smith in Matrix 3. I start with one---every window has an imploring kid & parent staring at me through the window, by the time balloon # 2 pops out---I'm being crowded by mini zombies with pathetic cries like, "I popped mine!!"When being paid--I endure with all the fake enthusiasm of the pro I am". When it's on the verge of balloon guy abuse from mini-terrorists one of the LARGER cool kids, Stephen, 11, articulate, self righteous & knowing he will be rewarded, gos Gladiator Orator on the masses----HEY MAN!! BACK Off, Chuck's TIRED!! Did yall say thank you? Pick up the popped balloons! Then when the crowd thins out I hook up my security kid & a couple of others lying it wait for the same reason. 2 to four kids I can get fancy with----large groups---swords, hats & dogs! At 2 years, the kids know cool weather is spoiling season. Roommate has amazing personal space & loves to bar-b-Que. We have a comfortable, economically viable situation, cool neighbors. It aint Charlie Sheen's place on the beach but it's a block from the lake & that's OK.
So, I play volleyball & try to bring better entertainment to you!