"My home is wherever I sleep many times, though some times my home is more comfortable than other times. Then again, I guess a home really isn't a home unless you feel at home and those places I don't feel comfortable aren't really home. My home is currently in a mansion. It changes places, so I don't believe any address will help." Charlie shrugged and leaned back in the booth, watching the young man.
"People go to their own places. Some live in houses, others apartments. Some have condos. Some even live out in the Park. I've had a few people live with me at the mansion. Actually, it's my friend's mansion, but he lets me live there." Charlie didn't say that it had actually been his before, and somehow Ted had been deeded it. No, he just let it be Ted's mansion.
"I hear that some people actually find keys in pockets. I found car keys once. Keys fit in all sorts of locks." Other things fit in some of those locks. Locks weren't always a problem when people knew how to work them.