This post is dedicated to the man who has been my unexpected roommate for a year and half without killing me or finding himself pushed off the fourth floor balcony he’d so wanted.
He is, quite obviously, mad as a bag of frogs, and quotes William Carlos Williams’ poems when stealing my toilet paper:
It was so papery.
“D’ya get it?! Do ya, do ya, do ya? I mean, do ya get it??”
“You mean you imitating a horrible poet? You mean that was intentional? You read poetry? You read?”