So which one are you - the devil horned double sad face guy, or the red superhero guy? Or - gasp - is one just a reflection of the other?
I've got a junk drawer but no twist ties. It's full of rubber bands. Never know when you'll need a rubber band.
I don't think I'm in there. Well, maybe my crazies are in there but I'm way over here.
There's rubber bands in my junk drawer as well. Anything I might need someday is jammed in there. I think I put more in than I take out...
For some reason I read this story in the first person. Everybody has one of those type of characters as a neighbor so it seemed likely.