It feels like that. Everything starts out so seemingly normal. Then you discover the odd sex habits, persecution complexes, Republican voting predilections, sports fetishes, shoulder chips and overflowing testosterone. THEN you find out that two out of two of your seemingly normal house-mates are both armed! One a hand g*n, but the other has freaking shotg*n.....just in case. In case of WHAT for god's sake? Armageddon? Or just in case of aggressive pointing and orders not to mess with the freaking thermostat? Too noisy "lovemaking"? Blenders after midnight? Fiendish door slamming and spiteful chair scraping? I'm fifty years old. I'm too old for this juvenile crap. I miss my 1980s flat-mates, but they were wonderful women. Ah - now it's all much much clearer. So I'll be dreaming of g&ns for weeks and sleeping badly. Four months and counting till I can leave this flimsy East Side 60s nut-hutch and return to Italy...
