Salisbury, UK
After Grace left the family, Chris and Miles moved in a pretty cheap and small apartment in Salisbury.
The whole thing is stuffed with shit Chris hoards. "Could be useful one day!” or "I‘m gonna sell this one day for a lot of money!” - but he never does. Whenever Miles comes home, he finds the apartment even more stuffed and messier than before. He even starts piling up stuff in Miles room while he‘s away. Chris left Miles alone at home a lot as "You can take care of yourself, right? I‘ll be back in an hour!”. It was never just an hour.
There’s also a garage Chris rents and it’s stuffed to the brim with jumble as well. He parks his car on the street in front of the garage, of course.
There’s Playboy magazines and uh DVDs scattered around, halfheartedly hidden under other things. Easy for a kid to find but Chris is messy. The dining table is covered with newspapers, letters, ads, napkins.
There’s beer bottles in the shower and hard soap. Chris smells like Allgäu mountain pine.
It’s a mess and stuffed to the brim with stuff. A weight training bench is occupying a good portion of the room. Chris brought home a roll of kick ass He-Man wallpaper from an estate sale but the roll was almost empty. Miles and him still applied the one stripe of wallpaper to one of the walls in Miles’ room. Miles loved it.
From the windows, you look out onto a big backyard; among other things, there’s a car repair shop that does tire changes. The apartment is on the first floor. Downstairs, there’s an Indian restaurant. Chris never cooks; they always go downstairs to the Indian place in slippers and sweatpants. The big Persian carpet stinks.”
In the same building, next to the Indian restaurant, there’s also a dry cleaner. The owner is Pakistani and insists on not being called Indian. The ‘Indian’ is the cousin of the laundry guy. The laundry guy is super annoyed that his cousin always pretends to be Indian because it brings in more customers.
