This
all started about four years ago. And now it’s coming to an end. We each got
here somehow and now my time is coming to an end. My room is all packed and
last month’s rent is paid. As I sit in my empty room I can help thinking about
all the fun we had: The late night gaming marathons; the massive amounts of alcohol,
red bull and mountain dew; the Nerf wars in the electronics store. Man those where
the good old days.
I had just completed my first year of college. I now had to find a place to live. Thankfully rent it covered by my student loans because I did rather well in school so they gave me some small scholarships. Apartment hunting was a horrible waste of time. It was my first summer of college and I just wanted to go home and visit family. I looked on craigslist. What a disaster that turned out to be. The first place I checked out was inhabited by a crazy cat lady and her son. I’ll spare you the details about that shithole. The next place I looked at was nice but the rules were way too strict. The roommate I would have was a preppy jock on the lacrosse team. No parties, no noise after 10 on the week days, nobody can crash on the couch and everything in the fridge was label by its owner. What a fucking nightmare that would have been. My third apartment that I visit was falling apart, the fourth apartment had a dog that shit everywhere because of its old age. The fifth apartment I visited was amazing. It was fully furnished, had a walk in closet and a connected bathroom. It was owned by and older gay couple. Now I don’t have any problems with that life style, at all, but the neighbor across the hall warned me on my way out.
“Excuse me.” He said.
So I responded. “Me?”
“Yes you. Are you thinking about moving in there?”
I don’t normally talk to strangers in hallways but I was in a good mood that day so I decided to hear him out.
“Well yes I was...”
Before I could even finish my statement he said “DON’T DO IT!”
“Why?”
So he told me this story “I’ve lived here for almost a year and a half, and those two guys have the loudest, weirdest sex parties I’ve ever seen. Shit I’ve never even seen on the internet. Seriously last week a midget left that apartment riding a goat while wearing a space suit”
Needless to say I didn’t live there. If I had this story might be a lot different. So 3 weeks of looking and I had nothing. At this point it was a tossup between the meat head and the gay couple. I was walking back to my dorm and decided to grab a bite to eat. While I was waiting for my food to be ready I ran into a guy I kind of knew. He wasn’t big on showing up his freshman year so he failed some intro classes; he tested out of some but was forced to retake the English class we shared. Honestly I didn’t even see him until he sat down in front of me and started talking. I had no idea what he said because I was listing to my music and flipping through a newspaper looking for more places to check out. So I took my head phones out, folded my paper and had a conversation with him.
“Hey your Mike right, from my English class?” He asked
“Uh yeah. Sorry I don’t remember your name”
“It’s cool. I’m Eric”
After he introduced him self we sat and had a lengthy conversation about class, work, tv shows, video games, and movies. Basically anything and everything two college students could talk about but we never really discussed why he sat down in the first place or what exactly he wanted.
“So what made you come over and talk to me?” I asked.
“Well, I saw you flipping through the paper and I realized you’re looking at the housing section. I’m living somewhere right now and we just had a guy move out. I’m good friends with the owner and he wanted me to find some people to apply.”
This made me excited.
“I haven’t found anybody yet and well I remember you from class, you sound smart but not too nerdy and you don’t come off as a jerk so maybe you should stop by and check out the place.
“Okay” I said.
In a very sly tone he replied “What are you doing right now?”
Next thing I know it’s 3:00 am, I’m running around a closed convenience store shooting Nerf guns at eleven other people, 3 man team style, while listening to They Might be Giants on the overhead speaker. This is how I came to live with Eric and the rest of the guys.
I had just completed my first year of college. I now had to find a place to live. Thankfully rent it covered by my student loans because I did rather well in school so they gave me some small scholarships. Apartment hunting was a horrible waste of time. It was my first summer of college and I just wanted to go home and visit family. I looked on craigslist. What a disaster that turned out to be. The first place I checked out was inhabited by a crazy cat lady and her son. I’ll spare you the details about that shithole. The next place I looked at was nice but the rules were way too strict. The roommate I would have was a preppy jock on the lacrosse team. No parties, no noise after 10 on the week days, nobody can crash on the couch and everything in the fridge was label by its owner. What a fucking nightmare that would have been. My third apartment that I visit was falling apart, the fourth apartment had a dog that shit everywhere because of its old age. The fifth apartment I visited was amazing. It was fully furnished, had a walk in closet and a connected bathroom. It was owned by and older gay couple. Now I don’t have any problems with that life style, at all, but the neighbor across the hall warned me on my way out.
“Excuse me.” He said.
So I responded. “Me?”
“Yes you. Are you thinking about moving in there?”
I don’t normally talk to strangers in hallways but I was in a good mood that day so I decided to hear him out.
“Well yes I was...”
Before I could even finish my statement he said “DON’T DO IT!”
“Why?”
So he told me this story “I’ve lived here for almost a year and a half, and those two guys have the loudest, weirdest sex parties I’ve ever seen. Shit I’ve never even seen on the internet. Seriously last week a midget left that apartment riding a goat while wearing a space suit”
Needless to say I didn’t live there. If I had this story might be a lot different. So 3 weeks of looking and I had nothing. At this point it was a tossup between the meat head and the gay couple. I was walking back to my dorm and decided to grab a bite to eat. While I was waiting for my food to be ready I ran into a guy I kind of knew. He wasn’t big on showing up his freshman year so he failed some intro classes; he tested out of some but was forced to retake the English class we shared. Honestly I didn’t even see him until he sat down in front of me and started talking. I had no idea what he said because I was listing to my music and flipping through a newspaper looking for more places to check out. So I took my head phones out, folded my paper and had a conversation with him.
“Hey your Mike right, from my English class?” He asked
“Uh yeah. Sorry I don’t remember your name”
“It’s cool. I’m Eric”
After he introduced him self we sat and had a lengthy conversation about class, work, tv shows, video games, and movies. Basically anything and everything two college students could talk about but we never really discussed why he sat down in the first place or what exactly he wanted.
“So what made you come over and talk to me?” I asked.
“Well, I saw you flipping through the paper and I realized you’re looking at the housing section. I’m living somewhere right now and we just had a guy move out. I’m good friends with the owner and he wanted me to find some people to apply.”
This made me excited.
“I haven’t found anybody yet and well I remember you from class, you sound smart but not too nerdy and you don’t come off as a jerk so maybe you should stop by and check out the place.
“Okay” I said.
In a very sly tone he replied “What are you doing right now?”
Next thing I know it’s 3:00 am, I’m running around a closed convenience store shooting Nerf guns at eleven other people, 3 man team style, while listening to They Might be Giants on the overhead speaker. This is how I came to live with Eric and the rest of the guys.
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