The Switchey’s

Here I am in New Haven at the Fritchwitt’s. Like some sort of strange dream I feel like I have walked into my house that is no longer my house. It has ma petite FreetZ, and is filled with all the furniture, art, and books I lived with for two years at the Switchey’s in New York, but suddenly now there is a man named Berkwitt here and also anatomy books and volumes called “The Cell,” and “Laughing Your Way to Passing the Pediatric Boards.” They have a guest room and I asked if I could move in and they said yes, so now we can be the Switchwitts. The end.

2 Responses to “The Switchey’s”

  1. Peter says:

    That’s my room!

  2. admin says:

    Fine. We can be the Switchwittpfels.

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