
That house was horrible. Three bedrooms, one bathroom, no A/C, bad ventilation, zero lot (not a blade of grass around it), and the landlord next door was ... not very nice about parking. He'd come out and yell at visitors who'd parked in our space.
But this house was my first off-campus roommate situation, and Andrew -- being two years older than me -- was like my big brother during that time. He helped me become a more decent roommate (it was a long road), and he was a good friend.
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