A backpack.

And then you're like, yeah, I got my equipment in there, too.

What do you do?

What do you pack?

What do you got a tennis racket in there?

I'm always paranoid.

I'm going to ship my drawers or something.

So I always bring extra underwear.

Yeah, I think about stuff like that.

And then I go, well, roll the dice.

From the smallest room in New York City comes a show that gives you a reason to live.

In the Boogie D, a Boogie D woman, 69, dead inside her Wakefield home.

Lil Wati Ram Cey-Ramsaran found stab multiple times in the back and ironically pronounced dead on the floor of her

living room. The last place you expect to be dead. It's a room set aside specifically to be alive

in. Most people I know wouldn't be caught dead in their living room. I don't even think it's allowed.

Chances are you're not going to

jail, but you could wind up on the wrong side of the co-op board. A boogie D. Ram Cey-Ram

Saron lulled into a false sense of living room security. You get it because you figure,

man, a lot of things can happen in your living room, but not that. Because simply the living room is no place for dead people.

Not when they're dead, not even when they're dying.

In my day, if someone had a lingering cough, they stayed on the other side of the house.

You'd think a dead person in the living room might feel out of place.

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