Meet Mark.
He is my business partner. I'm waiting to start a job in Toronto, he's waiting to start a job in the Turks and Caicos Islands. We're both freeloaders by circumstance.
Meet Frank.
He's my Dad. This man is integral to my success in the profession.
Meet Tig.
He's my kitty. I love my kitty. Consider this an aside.
Meet the Okanagan.
Home of the freeloader, land of the brazen. This is the setting of my shameless bidding. I could do much worse.
Together, Mark and I scour the landscape in search of handouts: armed only with cartoonish facial expressions and wicked crazy hair.
We are freeloaders: Lazy if not proud.