I lived in a slum.

Well, maybe not a slum, but a house with 5 bachelor guys and a 70 lb shed-factory dog.We'd run an extension cord into the backyard, take the thrift store furniture outside and watch TV by a campfire, partly because the interior of the house was so funky.

About that time I attended a furniture auction with my mom. Not sure why we were there because we were both flat-broke, or, as my mom would say, "I'm flat busted. And besides that, I'm broke."The furniture store was going out...