My Roommate

by Andrew Heath

My roommate is gay. He just came out of the closet a few months ago and he is a complete mess. When I say mess, I mean it quite literally; he is remarkably filthy. Every night he stays up late and talks to his friends (a myriad of ugly and loud girls) about how lonely he is. Every night I think about comforting him and telling him that his life will get better and that in the future his life will come into context and everything will be revealed. But I am lonely too.


Andrew Heath is a freshman in college. He thinks he's smarter than everyone else but he isn't. His favorite band is Pavement. He loves the way you hate.

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