So you haven't had contact with this "Moses" guy lately.
Nope. Phil used to just come by for advice. He borrowed some plates from me once and ended up breaking them. Pissed me off. None of this sounds familiar to you, huh?
Should it?
No. Just asking. Not long after that, my African American little brother and I were adopted by a rich White millionaire. We lived with him, his daughter and their housekeeper in Manhattan.
Now THAT sounds vaguely familiar. Weird.
I thought it would. Eventually, when I got older, I moved in with two girls: a blonde named Chrissy and a brunette named Janet. The landlord used to be a cop or something.
