College classes haven't even started yet. I made one request of my roommate. One. One.
Not that he wouldn't play his fucking guitar so loud the entire dorm could hear it.
Not that he wouldn't bring people over at every fucking hour of the day.
Only, and only, that if he ever did anything illegal, that he'd do it some fucking place else. And he couldn't even do that for a week. Not even one motherfucking week. And so the cops got called, by someone. And so they arrived back at the dorm as I arrived back at the dorm. And so they detained me, and they detained him. And so they searched his half, and so they searched my half. He got an academic citation for his first offense. I'm free to go after having a cop search through my stuff and ask me why I'm so "stand offish" for not allowing him access without a warrant and declining to answer questions, as is my right. Didn't answer that that question either.
I am so fucking angry at my roommate. I tried. I tried to accommodate that druggy, womanizing, homophobic redneck motherfucker. I tried. I have never, ever, not once in my entire life, felt the pure unfiltered rage that I feel at this very moment. I'm so angry I'm nauseous and dizzy. I am so angry I'm shaking in the throes of this rage. Everything looks ever so slightly redder than before. I am so angry. I am so. Fucking. Angry.
That stupid, stupid motherfucker couldn't follow my one request as his roommate for even one fucking week. This is going to be a long year. I wish they would have just kicked him out.