#ISORoommates
By Leigh M. Lorien
Sora wanted roommates like he wanted a hole in the head. Okay, no, he wanted a hole in the head slightly less. If it was an equal toss-up, he would have just stayed in his one-room apartment next door to drug dealers.
He was overdue for an upgrade in his living situation, anyway. The drug dealers weren’t even the worst part of his apartment. The leaky roof threatened to ruin his art every time it rained, and if he found a roach drowning in his paint water one more time, he was just going to incorporate the dumb thing into the painting.
He’d found the new place on f*******:, one of those groups where people buy, sell, trade, and solicit goods and services in their city. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a garage, shared living area including a real, honest-
