My roommate is constantly convinced that we have been broken into. I regularly get texts about this missing I’m missing or that missing and about the door being unlocked. Today was no exception. Today it was the unlocked deadbolt. He was sure he locked it at 715 when he left and was I at work?
Paranoia. A direct consequence of using as much speed as he does.
I promise this blog isn’t going to be a bitch-fest about my roommate. And I promise that it will become more interesting. Some of the shit that happens to me is so bizarre that it can’t be made up. Stories of lies, deception, hookers, thieves, drug dealers and incredible acts of sexual craziness await. And….. maybe a monkey or two here and there.