I’ve lined up a place to stay in the Mission, while I work for the upcoming midterm election, with a person who needs someone to temporarily sublet a room. It turns out that the dates more of less coincide exactly with the dates I need. I get in contact with Ernesto (roommate of Jeremy, the person’s room I’ve been offered), and even though neither of us have seen each other, we agree to do this. That’s a load off my mind.
Mortie, Mortie: He's no shorty, Mortie.