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I use to think the stories you heard from friends of friends or the movies you saw about horror story roommates were all nothing but a bunch of b/s that is until I grew up to be twenty-four years old, decided to move out of mom and dad’s humble abode and get roommates to rent a house with. I lived with these people a year in a rented apartment where I lived in the living room on an inflatable bed with Rob, Andy and TC at one point by choice. I loved every minute of it. It was a freedom that as a 23 year old I dearly wanted, needed and craved. Eventually when the lease was up we decided to get a house. 1747 became my place of dwelling. In the time, I’ve lived with them I’ve learned a great deal and these are the misadventures in living with roommates.
