James lives in Kearney, Nebraska, and he wishes the whole place would burn to the ground. He has never hated a city or its populace more in his entire life. Familiarity breeds contempt, and James and Kearney are so very familiar with each other at this point. Given the opportunity, he would leave in a heartbeat; unfortunately, no such opportunity has yet presented itself. Maybe some contracts will look good on his resume.
James lives in a very tidy two-room apartment; the blank-walled, perfectly-organised abode of a man with something very deeply wrong with him. It has one double bed, a wardrobe, a kitchen, a potted cactus, a six-inch by six-inch zen garden, and that's it.