I lived with my parents for a few years during the recession, ruining their house with my greeting cards and tornado-like workstation that ate their first floor.
I worked in the dining room on my laptop. Occasionally Mom would slide open the dining room door and say something.
MOM: Falling asleep?
ME (entering invoices): Why would you think I was falling asleep?
MOM: Just a suggestion! Use your time wisely.
Chupa and his friend Jonic spent the evening singing and jamming along to Daniel Caesar’s “Get You,” which requires a lot of falsetto and features the lyric, “everything I need's . . . between . . . those thighs.”