← Bigfoot is Your Landlord

You knock on your neighbor’s door. There’s a pause, some muffled shuffling, then Nattie – in her 50s with messy hair and silk bathrobe – opens the door.

“It’s late,” Nattie states after a long drag on a cigarette. “Whadda you want?”

• Uh, never mind.
• Can you help me find Bigfoot?[ifurlparam param=”Bigfoot” is=”Nextdoor”]
• I know Bigfoot’s in there.[/ifurlparam]