As the sun rose over Burbon Street, and the light filtered through the beads hanging from the power lines, I thought fondly of Gerald's house. Gerald's house was a refuge from the city streets. As soon as we stepped through the threshold, we were blasted into candy corn world of laughs. The house is clean, big, and private. And safe. The place was so comfortable the only problem we had was sleeping in all day. wow, what a time we had. The big easy. We felt safe and sound.