Within the first week of living there, my life had slipped to some kind of cross between Alice in Wonderland and Mad Max. There was a party planned that weekend. I hadn’t even finished moving my stuff into my room. The guys talked me into running the tap, since they were playing the part of “security”. I think over the course of the night we’d had over five hundred people through.It was a busy place.I bought a lock for my door soon after. Wore the key around my neck during parties. Funny how the guys, when they got drunk, would hit on me because I was there. I wasn’t even really looking for the attention, but they were sure willing to give it. I’m fairly sure I had an audience once in a while when I took my showers.  The summer was crazy – we had parties often, and when we didn’t, we’d wind up at Golden Gardens – one of the few parks in the city that allowed bonfires. They started prepping for Burning Man, and talked me into going. That’s a story for another time — but I’ll just say good times were had by all. We came back, and somewhere in there one roomie moved out and another moved in. She was pretty. Really pretty. and she liked girls. We shared a wall, and like the roomie above me, I could hear when she had company over. The soft sighs and giggles kept me awake far more than than the thuds and grunts I could hear coming from other parts of the place.  

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