The kitchen . . . we let Wolf park his moped there because the fridge was already blocked by garbage bags full of crushed beer and soda cans--a scheme to milk the party house of money, except we didn't have any way, except TARC, to transport them to the place that bought aluminum. Anything to barricade the fridge: we'd been without electricity for nearly a year, and when LG&E had cut the power we didn't bother cleaning out the food, we just remembered to never ever open it again.