Bad Roommate

I've linked to Doorman before. But do yourself a favor and check out his real life, three part tale of roommate fuckery in Manhattan, featuring Smuttynose beer, rash decisions, legal threats, and Vitamin Water bottles filled with cigarette butts. It's the fizzle-out stories that are the most haunting, I think; they run counter to our conditioned expectation of the climatic encounter that's supposed to close every plot. When we don't get that encounter, it sticks with us.

Read Doorman's story. And, if you have a good roommate, find them, pull them close to you, and whisper into their ear that you are prepared to die for them, while softly hushing their protests of confusion.