*Six* Ruby St

The bad-boys of 5 Ruby St had something very rare and of high value at the beginning of 2007. No, not a shared-network goldmine of porn downloads...

a vacant and rentable room!
for the modest weekly price of $60 (or $8.55 a day).

Gene returned home from Europe to his $200 per week* flat, a casual job picking and packing orders at a respectable food wholesalers and a dream. A dream to continue exploring the atlas, first-hand. Something didn't add up.

"I'm really bummed about shit right now," Gene said one evening during a game of one-on-one b-ball. "Work is boring, rent is too high and i really miss Mel." His shot clanged off the rim and was rebounded by Macca.

"Coup's lonely too man," Macca suggested. "Perhaps you could just have some casual." Pump faking Gene into the air, Macca kissed the ball tenderly off the backboard and into the net.

"Gross man. Coup's hot but he's not really my type," Gene replied, with some impressive crossover dribbles. "Plus he has major poobs." Point taken.

"Well, what else can we fix? Hey, we have a spare room, you'd be saving over $150 a week if you moved in. And you'd make our rent cheaper too." Colm cheered from within the house. Macca drained another trey.

"Fuck yeah. Is that cool? That's a great idea man. I'd save so much money to travel with, wouldn't have to work as much at Euro's... plus i could live in this sick house. You're awsome!"

"I wish i could say the same about your game. I win." With that, Macca bounced the alley-oop to himself, and while slamming home the winning points, he slapped a sticker of his face at the top of the backboard.

And that's the way it is...



*some important details in this story have been inflated for entertainment value