Christopher Taylor's Questionnaire

To call Christopher's apartment rundown would be a compliment. It is a barely up to code, thought that is debatable, cramped apartment in the basement of a "luxury" apartment complex. He is roughly ninety-five percent sure that that his little apartment was never meant to be one and was merely a hasty renovation to push profits up a bit on the building. Unfortunately he has never been great with money. Between his own failing, student loan debt, and general vagaries of life it was all he could afford. The cabinets are dated, the washer and dryer unit are obscenely loud and for some reason is the bathroom is always humid. The dish washer also seems to have a mind of its own, randomly coming to life and then ceasing just as inexplicably. Honestly, all of that is tolerable. The worst part of the apartment is that all of the flooring is tile. Utterly disgusting.

At least the exposed brick is charming in a sort of urban decay way. 

Christopher, unfortunately, is an adjunct lecturer. That awful middle ground between grad student and professor. He picks up classes by the semester, trimester or quarter. Thankfully Boston is home to nearly 40 separate intuitions of higher education. He can usually manage to juggle 3, maybe 5 classes if he can pick up a bunch of 101 classes that both he and most of the students truly don't give a shit about. Typically this will make ends meet but every once and a while he'll have to resort to ubering, doordashing, or doing whatever other gig he can pick up. He's tried shopping around a book on the current state of the world and how most governments are ultimately oppressive. However, no bites. Shocker.