Home Again

I rented this cool, small house on Smith Hill, but had to move when it got sold. A year later, while heading to a bar with a guitarist buddy, he asked, “Quick pit stop at my Bro’s house? For a drink and smoke?” I said, “Ok, I used to live around here.” Was totally weirded out when we pulled up to my old house, stopped, and went inside it. The place was a total mess, a nonstop party central, and the new dude was kinda rough. I made the call NOT to tell either guy I ever lived there, and we stayed about an hour. At one point, instinctively, though, I went upstairs to the bathroom. He asked, “Where you headin’ Bro?” I said, “Oh.. Is the bathroom up here?”