Don't Hurt Me

The Tall Lanky Man.

The reason I was scared shit of Francisco, was because when we first became roommates, he was possessive of all his items. When I used his laundry detergent, because I ran out and didn't have time to buy some, He turned to me with a grin and said "If you don't want me to waste your credit card in a strip club, then put the laundry detergent back." So, since I wanted to save up for Cybermonday, I put it down and went to the meeting with dirty clothes. I couldn't even remember what we discussed, because of the putrid smell of my Seven day old tank top, dirty, wrinkled blue jeans, and beat up sneakers. Let's just say, when I got asked final questions, I had no idea. So, I improvised. That failed, badly. Turns out we were somehow talking about cheese, but I went on to say how Lamp prices were too high, and how Bambi's mother died sadly.