Random couch-sleepers
I woke up this morning to find somebody snoring loudly on our couch, completely covered by a blanket. Assuming that it was one of my roommates, no doubt passed out after a night of debauchery, I went about my morning routine. I thought nothing of it until the roommate that I thought was passed out on the couch came out of his room.
If he was there, then who the hell was on the couch?
The truth: it was some random artist that my roommate (the one I thought was on the couch) ran into last night while at a party. The details aren’t exactly clear to me, but my understanding is that the artist wanted to spend some time exploring Stanford’s art, architecture, and libraries. What’s more, he didn’t have a place to sleep last night. My roommate took pity on him, partially because they are both from Arkansas, and offered to let him stay on our couch.
So, yeah, we now have a random homeless guy sleeping on our couch. Didn’t see that one coming. I definitely see that one ending soon.
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