The first thing you'll see upon entering, if you're not running for your life ducking books, is a rather nice living room. A black couch sits along one wall, and a bean bag chair is flopped onto the floor, also black. A smallish TV sits aginst a wall, and a computer sits next to it, at an angle.

The kitchen is your everyday kitchen. Nothing special to see here, aside from the amazing lack of food-stuffs....Deangelo also has the nasty habit of not taking care of himself.

The bathroom, again, is a bathroom. Nothing to see here people, move along.

The bedrooms, if you get that far, are the only really personalized places in the whole apartment. His own is black-and-grey decore, with a simple comforter on the bed and a pillow. Sketches and drawings are scattered here and there- they're amazing, but for his eyes only. Books are stacked waist heigh, dog-eared and well read. The other room is bare, a guest room. Of course- Deangelo doesn't get guests. For very good reasons.
RD