I know it would’ve been smart to find a new roommate my sophomore year, but there isn’t a whole hell of a difference between eighteen-year-old stupidity and nineteen-year-old stupidity, except that I had a whole year to get better at it. In other words, when he asked if I wanted to get an apartment a block off campus, I said sure.
I hadn’t spoken much to him all summer. Mostly, I hung out with my old friends and caught Ma’s act. She was now the headliner, the audiences much bigger. I was still prominently on display, center to it all. My sister too had made the cut, in all her teenage angst. The gay and the Goth; it could’ve been an afterschool special, a Lifetime movie. Susan Lucci could’ve played Ma. Or at least that’s what Ma always said, mainly because anyone who had lost so many Emmy
