Banksy Unmasked!

"Hey Guy, listen to me. No more band practice. I don't pay this rent to live next to a fucking Guitar Center," said Boyfriend to our neighbor.

He looked at the twenty-two year old Tempe man who has been learning to play guitar on the Blink 182 song Dammit, which came out when I was in seventh grade. He had come to answer his door wearing sagging black cargo pants. There was no shirt, just an emerging potbelly and a farmer's tan. Laid out on the coffee table behind him was takeout from Wienerschnitzel. "Fine," he responded, "But I don't want you doing your laundry at seven fucking am in the morning."