Evan longs for the humility of the shoe-shiner and the disposable income of the Wolf of Wall Street, or Leo Dicaprio. He has neither. He lives alone in a hobbit hole, which by visitors, or at least the good ones, has been described as charming, a real surprise and like being in a successful potato farmers bedroom. So there’s that.
Dan bites off more than he can chew sometimes, especially if it’s a burrito. He likes whole milk, dancing on talcum powder, and growing corn. While traveling west, he noticed his Honda wouldn’t make it far in the ocean, so he stopped in Seattle. There, he and his Honda remain.