The floor, the ceiling, his bed, even in between the wall-mounted air conditioner somehow, it was as if there had been a literal tsunami of trash come...into his room and made it home.“Time to tidy myself up, I guess.” These days, he had little to no motivation to even do the most basic of tasks. The most he would do would be the occasional getting up just to get another Instant Noodle Cup from his cupboard, but other than that, he was a gremlin stuck to his chair, and he wouldn’t have had it. Even in the sputtering economy, the variable challenge and inspired design of the course drew in enough golfers to keep the park profitable. Word of mouth was spreading fast, and tee times were filling up faster each year. Her father had even lived long enough to see his dream come true and play a few rounds before he slipped away.With a little luck, she would be able to pass a successful park to her nephew when he graduated college. She could then retire with a clear conscience that the park. It was a routine that he started to enjoy, apart from the extra income that he was taking in. He spent his afternoons listening to news on the radio, took breaks when he wanted, and spent most of his time working alone. He could certainly see why Sam had no ambition to do anything else, because it was not a high-pressure life.Nevertheless, Mike realized that he would need to start taking a ticketing machine with him, because the freeloaders of Lot Econ-A had noticed that he no longer was out. I'm in too deep," Jeff responded."My sentiments exactly," Ariana interjected.Portia nodded her head at the two of them before she went and retrieveda bag full of clothing and gave it to Jeff. Jeff sorted through thegarments and asked, "What should I wear?" You can surprise me with that one." I'm not sure about this." Well, if you want out, you...." No. I'm just not sure what works with what." Give it the old college try, dear," Ariana replied for Portia.Jeff nodded before the girls left him.