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It is also good to ask your caretaker for a few pots for the yard. Then find a youngling to help with the upkeep.

We all live somewhere, even on park benches. We probably spend most of our lives in the home. In the middle of autumn, it might feel difficult to leave the bed at all. Since your life should not be boring just because you’re at home, we proudly present: Seven things you can do at home.

I have a friend, let’s call him J. We’re from the same neighborhood and have gotten drunk together a lot in our teenage years and it was he who helped me discover Morrissey. J is a nice guy. He has a big heart, a shrewd brain and a good laugh. But I have a story about him that still mystifies me. One summer when we were younger we partied often. Every time we were going to have a pre-party, we asked J if it could be in his apartment because he was the only one of us that didn’t live with his parents. But he never said yes. It was a different excuse every time. Either he hadn’t cleaned or construction workers were switching the fan system or something else. The whole thing would not have been so remarkable if it wasn’t for the fact that J had been a person who had ALWAYS used to have pre-parties and after-parties and who invited his friends over constantly. We also made a note out of how he had just gotten a glassed-in balcony. So us friends, we began to wonder if he had begun to grow marijuana on the balcony and if he was ashamed in front of his friends.

One late night we confronted him and asked if it was true. Had he planted drugs on his glass-enclosed balcony? Was it maybe even why he had gotten the balcony in the first place? In order to grow dope? J laughed at us. He laughed and continued laughing. Then we went home with him. He showed us the balcony. There were tomato plants and pepper plants. He pointed at them and then he pointed at us. And continued to laugh. But we never got to know the truth about why he hadn’t let us come home to him that summer.

Text: Navid Modiri