Hick in the District

when he leaves the comfort and safety of his parents' cocoon to strike out into the cold and bitter world to make a place for himself. And for some reason they will insist on visiting.

My folks are flying in from Waterford tonight to stay in my barrenly naked room, which has a futon pad, a lamp, mice and cockroaches, in a house with an unmarried couple and lesbian, and is owned by the gay life-partners next door. Hilarity to ensue.