Oh. [Harlan makes a face as this kid sucks on his tail. Ew? But he doesn't seem to be bleeding or anything, so...

He pulls John Frusciante to his chest and she climbs up to wobble precariously on his shoulder.]

I live here for now, if that's what you mean. I'm from New York, and I'd like to get back there eventually, but apparently there's no telling when that'll happen.