Dave is as Dave does...While at art school, a friend across the hall had the dubioius pleasure of sharing a room with this guy named Dave. He was VERY weird. The frequency of his face tics should have been some indication. His roommate grew frightened of him and moved out, at higher expense. Dave would often trip over objects that simply were not there, flat on his face, sometimes causing serious injury to himself. His depredations were numerous, so I will keep this short. Once the cleaning girl found out that only one person was now in Dave's room, she started leaving one set of towels and cloths, instead of two. I was in the corridor when she ran out of the room, screaming her head off. I headed into the room to see Dave, in his stained underwear, brandishing about a large knife and shouting that he was going to kill the bitch for cheating him of his towels. I put an end to his rampage, but this being prior to my military days, I didn't react as well as I could have and ended up with eighteen stitches and a tetanus booster. What a bastard.
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