For a place Howard spent so little time in, the laundry room took up an obscene amount of mind.

It was not a fun place to be. The route there was through a basement that reminded him of horror flicks.

Once inside the room the air was wet and thick. The smell...

As soon as I got home I tried doing laundry . But my mom, that overbearing wench came in just as I was trying to, asking 'why was I washing clothes?'.

Why was I washing... because I fucking want to, is what I wanted to tell her. But I had never...