Hello!

Hi there! My name is Cleve Garth. Some of you may be familiar with the company I co-owned with my twin brother Clive. Well, Clive and I had a parting of the ways so I sold him my half of the company and left town.

Contrary to what you may have heard, I wasn't run out of town. Really, I had nothing to do with the seduction of the Mayor's wife, or his sister, or their Mother, or the gardner! I was just ummm, polishing the silver.

I'm very good at polishing silver.

This is it?

You have got to be kidding me! I left my home, my family, my women for this?!? I should have known that when Clive said he found a wonderful community for me to start over that there was more than what he was telling.

**Sigh**

That's alright. I can make do with this. I know that he thinks he's won, but I'll prove him wrong. Again. Well, let's see... first thing's first. I need a few basic essentials.

Going Downtown

Well, the delivery van finally showed up. I keep telling myself that it's really not as bad as it could be. I still have 115§ left from the 20,000 I had left over from the business.

Yeah, I know that sounds bad. I actually had a lot more money from selling the business to Clive. However, by the time I finished paying lawyer's fees, court fees, chiropractor bills, the psychologist, the marriage counselor... Well, I guess you get the idea.

Well, since the mail and paper delivery hasn't started yet I guess I'll have to go Downtown and see if I can get some daywork.

I'm sorry? What did you ask? Oh, the doctor's bills? Ahem. Well, all the court order will allow me to say is - stair treads and chandeliers. As I said, I was a very good maid.

When's Break?

Look at me. I'm selling juice and coffee for a living. Does this look like the face of a happy camper to you?

Awww, man. A few months ago I was self employed, set my own hours, had a nice condo (with whirlpool bath) and had the newest model Simsmobile X3000. And believe me, it was fully tricked out.

Man, my life really.... Hey, wait a minute. There are chicks here. They're working out and getting sweaty and thirsty. Eventually they'll have to come over here to buy juice or coffee, right? Hmmm, this might not be so bad after all.

Working out

Shift's over. Now it's time to really work. Oh yeah, this spa is an honest-to-goodness smorgasbord.

Maybe going downtown and doing some daywork won't be so bad after all. It'll keep me in cash until I find the job that is perfect for me. And I can be scoping out babes while I work.

Oh yeah. Life is good.

Home Again

Well, although I made a few new connections (and got to use the spa's showers) I eventually came home. After only half a days work I made a little over §100. Not too bad.

Oh good, the paper came while I was gone. C'Mon! I need a job. Nothing! Nada! Zip! Zilch!

Oh sure, there were jobs listed. If I really wanted to wear a stupid costume, or sort mail, or let some research doc run tests on me. Not hardly.

Why would I want to cover up this big, bold, beautiful face? Why sort mail if it isn't for me? And why would I let some doc possibly mess up the perfection of me?

I'm sure something perfect will be in the paper tomorrow.

Chicks Galore

Wowsa! Look at my welcoming committee. Don't know who the dude is. I probably asked, but like I'm going to remember that?

However, Marisa and Brandi can help warm my house anytime. Although Marisa wasn't too impressed with my surroundings (kept talking about money), Brandi was more interested in just getting to know me. Yeah, I can work with that. I'll just have to keep Marisa in mind for later.

Getting better

Really. This is better. I finally have a shower and a fridge. Plus, the library in the next town over was selling some old books as a fundraiser. Hey, you know me. I'm always ready to help out a worthwhile cause, right?

Besides, there was only so many times I could read the same old newspaper articles without going insane. I finally have a bookcase, of sorts, so we both got the good end of that deal.

Kiss Monster

Now that we got rid of the rest of the welcoming committee I'm able to start working my magic on Brandi. I start off slow by telling her the story of the Kiss Monster.

Once upon a time, I was out on a date with sweet Mary Appleblossom. It was the night of our junior prom. The dancehall had gotten so hot we decided to take a walk outside.

As we walked along hand-in-hand, ackwardly stumbling through our conversation, we suddenly heard a noise behind us. A quiet, rustling noise. Sweet Mary froze in her steps. I tried to be brave. I turned slowly to look behind us but there was nothing there.

When I turned back around Mary had a strange gleam in her eyes. I slowly backed away. But she kept creeping closer and closer and closer. (At this point in the story I'm only a few inches from Brandi's face.)

I realized then that was only one thing to do. I had to shock her back to her senses, so I...

**I swoop down and give Brandi a thorough kiss**

And that's how Brandi met the Kiss Monster.

Guess what I'm doing?

Yep. It's me again.

My date with Brandi last night went great! She even surprised me with a really nice gift. An awesome DJ style sound system. Hope she doesn't find out that I sold it. I really needed the walls.

All I have to say is that it's a good thing I can't call long-distance. Clive would still be peeling his ear off the floor after the chewing-out he'd get.

Java Man

Here's a quick shot of me working at the Java Fixx. It's been three long days waiting for the perfect job to come along.

The only redeeming factor in all of this is that I plan to ask Brandi out on a date tonight. Anything is better than the boredom of sitting watching the sand blow through my "house."

Although, I don't know if you could call it that, since there's still only one wall.

Sandy Brunty

Well, I met Sandy Brunty today. Geez Louise. Talk much? Although I got some really cool vibes off her. I feel as though she's really into having a good time too.

I'll have to check this out a little more. Hey, I can always tune her out, right?

It's a Date

OK, so maybe you can't really tune out Sandy. I've tried. Really I have.

She's still talking even though we ended our "Dream Date" a few minutes ago. Yadda-yadda-yadda, blah-blah-blah.

Hey, maybe she'll bring me a nice gift like Brandi did. Yeah, that'll be a nice repayment for having to hear about her winning the award for best kisser at the Legacy County Fair. I mean, yeah she's good, but not that good!

Again???

OK. This is officially getting old now. Maybe I'll just take the next job I see in the paper. It would be nice to have a steady income instead of just what I get paid in tips here and there. Besides, I know that as talented as I am I can move up any ladder in no time at all.

At least until I can find a woman to support me. Yeah, work a little - play a lot. That's my new motto. I just need to find a chick who'll let me put that motto into play.

Ride the Freight Train of Love

Here I am out trying to teach a new dance to another chick.

Forget the Rollercoaster and the Slide, my dance is all called the Freight Train.

Best Lips Award

"Excuse me, Lady. I'm with the Simsmopolitan and we've been looking all over town for you. You've won the "Best Lips Award."

What? She smiled? That was my lamest line and she liked it. OK. This chick is really with it. I'll have to get her name and number.

Chloe Phelps, you and me could make some beautiful music together.