Bittersweet Solitude

Well, my roommate is about to leave me which will put me into a brief sadness.  To protect his identity, let us pretend that his name is "Mike."  Mike and I have had the displeasure of knowing each other for a few years now.  When I first met him, he was a raging alcoholic with a drinking problem.  Today, as he is leaving me, he has transformed into a raging alcoholic with a drinking problem.  I will miss him not, dearly.

However, things will not be the same once he is gone.  For instance, I will no longer be able to walk around the apartment naked.  It will just be weird. I will now have to learn to apply my bleach kit by myself.  I feel as if my shade will never be the same.  The thing I will miss most is walking into the apartment after work to find that it no longer smells like someone defecated a rotten walrus uterus covered in Jack Daniels.  No longer will I have a friend to help me shake a bear, enjoy a warm bowl of eel soup, or talk about all the girls that aren't interested in him.

It has been a good couple of months that we have spent living together.  Lots of memories.  Some that I am seeing a therapist about.  I will miss you "Mike."  We probably won't cross paths ever again, because you know that if you get in my path I'll kick your a$$.  So long, sucker.



-Nom