Ten months ago I found myself living alone for the first time in two years. Although initially nervous about the transition, I adapted quickly and have fully embraced living in an environment similar to that of a 20-year-old frat boy. Frequently now days, the dryer is used as a storage unit and I pee freely with the bathroom door wide open.
As they say, all good things must come to an end. This story is no exception. I’ve entered another contractual relationship and now must regularly keep the appearance of a mature, responsible adult. I plan to start, right after I finish the rest of my sour gummy bears.