Someone had marked up his face with black Sharpie, mustachioed and monocoled. Why always those or a penis? Last night he'd told me he didn't have rent money then he went out and got drunk. In the past six months I'd grown to hate him and his inability to pay bills and clean up after himself. At least he liked eating my food.
I had my friend Yul come over. He worked at Home Depot. He brought over twelve rolls of duct tape, ear protection (the kind they use in cop movies at the firing range) and his pickup truck.