Don and Rosa were going for the ghetto look, which is tough to do when you primarily shop at
IKEA and live in a $190,000 two-story cookie cutter. Rosa's contribution was to write
meaningless yet ganglike stuff in black marker all over the psychotropic poster her younger
sister gave her – Don was content with hanging an outdoor thermometer he'd swiped from
his parents' neighbor's garage on a windowframe. They accented the look with something that
honestly was from the streets: the couch they found behind the U-Haul ministorage. Their
homies (Tiffani & Stuart from the Bijou Pointe subdivision 3 blocks away) were impressed.
I swear I owned that couch when I lived at the Hidden Firs complex in the mid-1990's.