The other side of his living room looked like this. I was dying to hoover up the whole lot or run through the meticulous piles like a wee lassie running through wet forest leaves but I thought if Ivalued this friendship at all it probably would not be the smartest thing to do. So I huffed at them quietly unobtrusively from the corner of the room, I think one taxi receipt flew on top of a restaurant receipt, but that was about it. Kinda lame and not nearly enough fun so I went for a walk to see what the streets of New York had to offer me before an accidentally on purpose calamity struck Joey's living room office floor.