If you get there before I wake, feed Jake.

We have a tall young man staying on our couch. He leaves today. He's what you'd call 'a good kid.' He takes the dogs out for a walk a couple times a day. Cleans the kitchen. Smokes his cigarettes on the balcony. Perches the bird on his shoulder while he types on the laptop that's plugged in so the battery won't run down.

Houseguests are sometimes hard to handle. They use too much toilet paper all at once. They eat too much of the 'good food.' They kick the dogs when we're not home. Of course these things are all imagined. But Jake, your'e a good kid, and I'm gonna miss you.