Yes, I know that you're old hippies with tons of hippy friends. It's endearing, really. And likely, I will be just such an old hippy in about 40 years or so. However. If I'm going to come home alone to some dude I don't know sleeping in the basement, some warning would be nice. I mean-- he seems perfectly sweet and all, and I'm sure we startled each other equally, but-- when I'm on my way downstairs to toss in a load of laundry and there's a stranger there, my first thought is "where is my sword?" and I sincerely doubt you want to come home to a friend-kabob. Sucking chest wounds are no bueno.
