My first roommate in Los Angeles certainly was unique. He was 36ish and had been living in the apartment for the past 8 years. It was in a good location, close to Target, Pink's hotdogs and a few blocks away from The Groundlings where I was taking an Improv class. I only saw him at night and I would hear him laughing in his room to reruns of All In The Family and The Golden Girls. The only thing that he had in the fridge was shredded cheese and Oscar Mayer hot dogs. He would randomly tell me quick stories about his family and previous roommates. During my month there, I learned that the after 2 years, his ex just packed up and left and his mother played Dr. Kivorkian. Time to move on after walking into the kitchen to this.
