It all seemed so unfair.
These were my college roommates, the best I could negotiate, from 1978-81:
-A Greek guy with a mania for Brut cologne.
-A gay man who put lotion on his legs every night.
-A redshirt football player who was an all right kinda guy.
-A group of mellow deadhead/artists.
-A house full of facists who proved to be my judge, jury and executioner.
-A black stand-up comic who liked to break his spaghetti in half before boiling it.
-Myself, who I ultimately preferred.