Well, it's rare that I actually post anything, I tend to lurk but this thread just takes me back, I've had some very interesting roomates over the years...My first story was when I went off to college back in 92.
I was at a small college in upstate New York. As an incoming freshman, I was tripled..It sucked. I live with 2 real characters. One was Vinny DeMarco. He was a scrawny little white boy from New Rochelle who wore his pants half way down his ass and a baseball cap sideways. Every sentence included the word 'yo' at an unfathomable frequency (i.e. yo! yo! what up yo!). We got along well, even though we were completely different...He was alright. That brings me to our other roomate Steve Conklin.....(or Steve-O)...This boy was an enigma. He hated me from the get go. I was a smoker then, and he hated it. He was also a local who decided to live in the dorms. He was very judgemental, and according to him I was in league with the devil. And I was going to burn in hell etc..etc...He liked Vinny and he hated me. So if him and Vinny did anything he would just bitch about me the whole time...My music was evil, etc etc. So I played up the 'evil theme' made a large pentagram in the floor of our dorm room in sugar and lit candles all around it and sacrificed his alarm clock... He used to sleep through class, go out drink 4 liters of coke and eat a 3 foot long sub in one sitting and sleep all day..Vinny and I unhooked his springs under his bed so he fell through...thumbtacks under the sheets..Having a cigar party in the room when Steve-O was puking in his garbage an after his first heavy night of drinking.. etc...I moved out after one semester down to "the pit" (I think every dorm has a pit, it's the first floor where for some reason all the trouble makers from Long Island live). Steve-o failed out later (apparently I'm partially to blame for it)
They put me in the room with this huge fat smelly guy...He would dissapear for days at a time. But when he was there he snored so loud that it shook the walls ( he slep on the bottom bunk) and by morning the room absolutely reeked. I don't know what the hell could make such an awful odor...maybe he eats dirty gym clothes or something.. Near the end of the semester he was gone for a good week...One of my friends came in and said he like some of my roomates shirts that were hanging up...So I sold them to him for $5 a shirt...He failed out and came to get his stuff the following semester..
Finally, I thought I was going to have a single, but when i came back from break, I found someone had moved in, It was my old RA from when I lived with Vinny and Steve-O, He lost his RA position b/c of his grades. We got along great for the most part. Except for that one time he slept with this girl I was seeing, and the way I found out was by finding a used condom in her the next morning. Telling the 'anecdote' to my roomate and having him confess it was him....Odd indeed. He was very nice to me after that , so nice that he even carried a 50lb cement ashtray a half mile for me to put back in the dorm because I liked it. Not to mention, buying me lots of beer. You know after that, maybe i don't feel so bad about giving him some acid and telling him he should get lost for a while(he'd never done anything like that before!)...( and then I came home to find him sitting in a corner drawing on the wall with a crayon and drooling)
Anyway. Having bad roomates can teach you a lot....Tolerance, patience, understanding. Plus, you can have a lot of good stories to tell...
Boy, after reading back through this I have to wonder....Maybe I was the roomate from hell....