So I heard this story second-hand, many years ago, but the gist was that a friend of a friend lived in what was generally considered a bad neighborhood, because he was a super poor college student and it was what he could afford. He didnât have any furniture, he just slept on a blanket on the floor and had a milk crate for a chair and like an old wire spool as a table. No TV, nothing in the fridge, no microwave, basically just bare walls and a roof to keep the weather off. So one day he comes home, and thereâs a man in his apartment, just standing there, with this look of utter amazement and horror on his face, and he turns to the guy whoâs just entered and says, âThis your place? âcause I broke in to rob you, but shit, man, you ainât got nothinâ. Wait here, Iâmâa be right back.â And the burglar left, leaving a puzzled college student alone in his empty apartment. But sure enough, the burglar came back a while later, and brought some friends, and they delivered a table, a couple of chairs, and a small TV. âI think I got you a bed, too, but that might take a couple days.â
