I had a roommate who seemed normal at first, we were both musicians and artists, he was intrigued by my writing. We knew each other well before sharing a place. Turns out, he was an alcoholic drug addict who kicked my door in multiple times because he was lonely. Infested my place with bed bugs, emptied my bank account, never did a damn thing around the house, sold our refrigerator, and died on my couch from a heroin overdose. Worst roommate ever but I still miss him.