It's official. I'm eighteen and a young woman with endless possibilities on my way to reunite with my mother in Colorado after five years of separation - she had a little incident with weed in Nebraska. At the airport she told me the news... she was leaving for a month for an internship. And I? I am left to live alone in the basement that she rents from a fisherman, also known as the landlord who lives upstairs. He is ten years older than me. Never wears a shirt. And because of it, it is difficult to remember everything that I was taught at the Christian academy. Did I mention he's also my new boss???