Roommates from Hell I walked outside to the storage door. I pushed on the door and opened it. I saw the rope around John’s neck and John’s face looking at me. I screamed and ran …
December 5, 2021
Posted April 4, 1991
Roommates from Hell I walked outside to the storage door. I pushed on the door and opened it. I saw the rope around John’s neck and John’s face looking at me. I screamed and ran …
What we don’t talk about is anything personal. In the seven years of occupancy, not one friendship has formed. But we are a neighborhood just the same. We’re a neighborhood of listeners, with occasional, mostly self-interest, interaction.