
Thanks to Three's Company , I thought my first apartment would be a huge three bedroom that was clean, well lit with a rad bar two-doors down. It would be cheap, wouldn't smell like a dump that four skaters lived in, wouldn't come with a bathtub full of human hair, wouldn't have dirty syringes under the refrigerator, and I'd have to pretend I was gay so my concerned landlord and his horny wife wouldn't think I was fucking my two hot roomates. None of these things ever happened and I'm still pretty bent about it. DC's [...]