Stand Alone Complex

So I think I've settled on nicknames for my roommates.
They are Wigger, Stoner, and Ninja.
Ninja is the guy who has the back bedroom, with its own bathroom and private entrance. I hardly ever see him.
Stoner is the guy who has the front bedroom. He works at Trader Joe's, is generally cool, and smokes regularly.
Wigger (formerly "Dumb-Ass Roommate") is the bald Vin Diesel wannabe who rents an awful lot of afro-centric movies,
ties up our DSL by downloading massive amounts of rap/hip-hop and random old stuff, mooches off everybody, and play
his movies and music too loud. I guess he could be slightly deaf, in addition to being near-sighted.
Also, he makes this weird noise that sounds almost like a A-10 Warthog firing its 30mm Avenger gatling gun.
I don't know whether he's clearing his throat, or hawking a loogy, or clearing his sinuses.
It's actually kinda humorous.
That said, this is miles better than living with Adam Sandler and Pélé. That place was just BAD.
More about my domestic life in a future post.

Now, it's time for:

( A whole lotta Netflixing! )

Coming soon: Phonebooth - I, Robot - GITS: SAC Disc 2 - The Dangerous Lives Of Altar Boys.