Sirius Moon Lite

Me and my husband went upstairs to check on new place we were planning to move into for our business and found the previous occupants were still there. I watched as the landlord got on their case and told them their time had run out. She told them they had to gather what they still wanted and leave immediately. I felt kind of bad because one of them was a tiny woman in a wheel chair. Though she was clearly an adult, she couldn't have been more than 2 feet tall. They quickly went around and gathered a few belongings and departed. As I watched them leave, the 2 full sized individuals let the midget grab hold of their hands so she could prop herself up...and moon us. They then all laughed uproariously as they left. I was then left with the mess they left behind. The landlord told me to do as I pleased with it...that it was my mess to deal with now and departed as well. I looked around and immediately thought 'most of this shit has got to go.' I began picking up things and noticed a blonde suit on the wall. I realized I was looking at a rock and roll souvenir. It was labeled as one of the suits Bowie had worn. I looked more closely at the other things in the room and realized the place was full of other things that would fit real nicely in the rock and roll hall of fame. I stood there perplexed, wondering if this was so precious to them, why would they leave things like this for me to clean up. In the middle of the room was a display filled with confectionery 'trifles'. My husband got excited about that and started talking about how we could continue with this business, since it was already laid out for us. I was adamant about NOT doing that. I told him he could eat what sweet he wanted there, but I wasn't going into the business of selling sweets. He picked one of them up for me to try...and to try to convince me otherwise. I tasted it, but reminded him that their left over business was not the reason why we came here.