-=R=- Paul's roommate
I watched my friend sputter around the room, digging up the rug, checking under the bathroom sink. Our code was to never call the cops but damn he was tearing the whole place apart. But I KNEW it would end, sooner or later, and he'd walk into the livingroom and watch TV like nothing had happened... which was apparantly what he was doing now. I walked into the bathroom. Every tile was ripped off the floor, the doors to the cabinet hung on a single hinge. Plumping parts leaked but that was an old problem, and everything was slid about 2 feet from the wall. A scattering of odd objects lay on the floor. Mostly kids toys i surmised. No doubt he had pocked one or two that held "meanng" And THAT is my roommate.