My roommate was a piece of work. I don’t know how to describe her, really, and crazy is a mean word.
She never stopped talking about Bernie Sanders.
“Hey, I think I’d like to get a parakeet,” I said.
“Can we name him Bernie?”
I’m moving out of my apartment, having only lived there for three months. I didn’t know there was a problem this big until Wednesday, but once I heard so many things, I made plans to escape.