Someone Snuck Into David's House

No, it's not that good. But Natalie's mom, like, called me— or not Natalie's mom. Natalie called me to come downstairs, and I checked the cameras to see who's downstairs, as is, because I like to plan out my route, like, who I have to avoid. Usually there's like 10, 15 people in the morning, right? So I check the cameras so I know which way I'm going to go when I get down the stairs and where I go exactly. Guess who was circulating around like a fucking, like a little gremlin? Natalie's mom. She's from the kitchen to the great room to the pool table, everywhere. Yeah, so I was like, I'm gonna wait till, like, I, I'm gonna wait till one, I could figure out her pattern here and where she's going, um, or she walks out the door. So I sit upstairs in the living room, and guess who comes upstairs to the printer? Natalie's mom corners me on the couch. 20-minute conversation.