I like sheds.

I like to go out in the shed and drink whiskey when it’s raining. I don’t know why, I just do. I loved my old dusty ruint shed on Milan Street, it was dark and loud in the rain; it smelled like grass and wood.

This is a pretty nice shed we have in the backyard, but it’s not mine. I don’t have keys to the main part so I can’t really tell you what it smells like.