Random Scrap:
While Tommy was still trying to decide whether he wants to commit to anything more serious or not I continued my voyages into the journeys of finding the real love from the local library just opposite of the dry cleaners. Amy kept refusing to let me use her washing machine, in fact she acted as if the machine did not exist, so every weekend I had to continue dragging the white basked full of clothes to the establishment located two long blocks away. And while my socks were getting dry I continued my desperate attempts of finding love on the computer terminal across the street. Sometimes I would also go for a walk in squares taking different combination of turns to eventually end up in the washing place only to do the journey again. Amy continued to smoke and my clothes continued smelling of cigarettes. That was not the only issue with the house. Apart from having to tell the Korean landlord that I was Amy's nephew from Turkey I also had to walk to a payphone located near the campus as Amy didn't have wifi and it would be too expensive to use cell phone to make international calls.