THE HOBO SURPRISE
Coming into college, my roommate seemed a little off. He was nice enough, but kind of out there, even for me. The second week of class, he got caught drinking in the dorms and was immediately put on probation. But no big deal right—that probably happens to a third of the incoming freshman, so I still hadn’t given up on him. That is, at least until a homeless man walked out of our bathroom from the shower. No one knew how he got in or where my roommate was, until he was found passed out outside of the dorms by campus security. He had traded the homeless man a shower for cocaine. Obviously, my roommate spent the night in jail—and the police finding ecstasy, alcohol and a gravity bong in his dorm room didn’t help either. We didn’t see him much after that. He was gone out of embarrassment most of the time and no longer slept in the room, maybe instead choosing his homeless buddy as a roommate. We were all just waiting for him to get expelled, so when we heard a late-night knock on the door, we assumed this was it. In actuality, it was his drug dealer asking if he could take some of our roommates stuff because he still owed him money.