Just thought I'd post some pics of my home for my homeys who haven't been able to visit. It was built in the 1890's right on the newly-built boulevard, a stone's throw south of the Square. My name is Johnny, I live on the second floor. My sister's in Ecuador, and when she showed these pictures to her friends, they exclaimed that I must be a millionaire. Heh. If only they knew. I'm so broke, if I got mugged, all the guy would get is practice. Call Hospice, I'm "terminally billed".

The inside pic doesn't really do it justice, because you can't really see the "double parlor", which means basically that the front three rooms are only separated by those columns. So it's really wide open. Plus, you can't see our fabulous bar, or even the disco ball. My mom took these pictures for the kinfolk and so she must have tried to make it look like we live a more prudent life. Heh. If only they knew.