Grimly Curmudgeon wrote:
We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember "end user"
saying something like:

Do what you would do if you arrived home to find the window broken,
call the landlord, it could have been a meteorite that hit it you
dont ****in know

And have a pop at the landlord for his shoddy work.

Seriously; now is a good time to learn a bit about repairing stuff
yourself, and the pressure of time involved before the landlord sees
it will give you a spur.

Are you saying he's a 'cowboy'? :-)

--
Sir Benjamin Middlethwaite