I live in the basement of my parents' house. I'm thinking that it would be good to have some porn magazines, so I go upstairs to find them. There is a filing cabinet of mine, up in the hallway where the laundry is, but mom and my sister are standing there chatting. No worry, they won't notice, I can sneak right past them.

I open the file cabinet, and there are several packets of pornographic magazines, organized and marked in plastic wrappings, in the handwriting of my friend Mark. I grab them and go back down to the basement, but now all the rooms look unfamiliar and I'm not sure which one is mine.