4. “At University, I lived with two women from out of town. They were heavily into their Class A but weren’t interested in cleaning, tidying, or being decent roommates to anyone else in our house. One of them had a seriously powerful Yamaha amplifier mated to a pair of 350W tallboy active cabinet speakers. It was a pricy setup. Queue the obnoxiously over-loud music blasting through the house most nights of the week while they would get high and essentially rave out with shitty trance music all night.”
“One day, when I had the morning off university, she went out and left her door open. I seized the chance and went in, took the metal case off her amp, and removed the glass fuse. Reassembled, put everything back as it was, and left. I had peace and quiet for the rest of the term. She couldn’t figure out what had happened to it, but I played dumb and said she must’ve blown the amp. Unsurprisingly, both she and the roommate she came with both failed the first term and left.”
8. “Oh my god. David. David was such a wild person while being so horrific and annoying but doubly adorable and kind of laughable. Like, he was so naive and unintelligent that he reminded me of a puppy.”
“A.) David was a drummer. He was not a rock drummer or folk drummer. A marching line drummer. David practiced ‘freestyling’ the drums outside, facing the central acoustic space of our entire apartment complex while playing EDM remixes of Justin Bieber songs.
B.) A lot of college dorms are in lower-income areas because slumlords know they can prey on financially illiterate college kids. One morning, I (on the second-floor balcony) was smoking a blunt when I noticed a person who was homeless rummaging through the bushes downstairs. He looked up and saw me and kept trying to talk to me and convince me to let him upstairs to smoke with me. Instead, I tied a second blunt to a lighter and dropped it to him, saying I had to leave soon. Weeks later, David texts me, saying he wants me to meet someone. I walk into our living room and see him with the guy who was homeless and eight-plus of his friends. They were going to ‘throw a party’ in our apartment.
3.) David was getting kicked out? Or not paying rent? I imagine being kicked out for not paying rent. All I know is that other people were coming by to look at the apartment/his room, and he didn’t want to leave. I only discovered this information when I caught him taking stuff out of our trashcan and COVERING THE LIVING ROOM IN IT to ‘make us look like slobs.’ David then tried convincing me to ‘play music really loudly’ and ‘smoke weed inside’ so nobody would move in.
I did none of those things.
The guy who came to see the apartment was Chris, who ended up moving in. He was super sweet, and I adored him. I hope he is okay, and I wish I never lost contact.
Fuck you, David.”
