http://roommatefromhell.com/ en-us jim@nomediakings.org 2004-11-04T00:00:00-05:00 hourly 1 2000-01-01T12:00+00:00 http://roommatefromhell.com/88.htm It started when Bruce drew a mummy with a raven on his shoulder. I asked him to draw Shaky, too. It was like magic, seeing him appear with sure strokes of his fine-tip, nipping at the mummy’s bandages. Seeing the... 400@http://roommatefromhell.com/ 2004-11-04T00:00:00-05:00 http://roommatefromhell.com/87.htm May 16, 2004 When we stopped in Chicago, we got out of the bus with everyone else. We stood a little away from the group. Between a couple of smokers sucking down their chemicals and the reek of cement and... 399@http://roommatefromhell.com/ 2004-11-03T00:00:00-05:00 http://roommatefromhell.com/86.htm On a stop in some podunk town, I found myself alone on the bus in the middle of the night, flipping through Bruce’s sketchbook under a narrow cone of light. After the third picture of Lilith, I shut the book... 398@http://roommatefromhell.com/ 2004-11-02T00:00:00-05:00 http://roommatefromhell.com/85.htm May 15, 2004 I see it everywhere, now. This bus feels like a sarcophagus as it rushes us through the night that may as well be the land of the dead. The chemicals from the washroom are the ones they... 397@http://roommatefromhell.com/ 2004-11-01T00:00:00-05:00 http://roommatefromhell.com/84.htm May 14, 2004 Today I timed my return for after dinner, but Jillian was still cooking, this time baking muffins of some sort. “So you got out and about,” she said cheerfully. I sat down on the wooden chair and... 396@http://roommatefromhell.com/ 2004-10-31T00:00:00-05:00 http://roommatefromhell.com/83.htm May 13, 2004 She left the kitchen and eventually so did I, heading back to my laptop after procrastinating for another ten minutes to play with Shaky. I’m kind of reluctant to describe this last dramatic twist of the swamp... 395@http://roommatefromhell.com/ 2004-10-30T00:00:00-05:00 http://roommatefromhell.com/82.htm May 12, 2004 Sorry about that. It’s a little awkward here, at Jillian and Sam’s place, now that Lilith’s gone. Especially since we didn’t exactly part on the best of terms. Hopefully Bruce’s well enough to travel tomorrow. The day... 394@http://roommatefromhell.com/ 2004-10-29T00:00:00-05:00 http://roommatefromhell.com/81.htm May 11, 2004 Jillian told me Bruce’s on the mend. I haven’t been in to see him since the night we got back from the swamp, he’s been in the sickroom. I’m glad to hear he’s getting better. So, back... 393@http://roommatefromhell.com/ 2004-10-28T00:00:00-05:00 http://roommatefromhell.com/80.htm I picked Shaky up to get him away from another dog, a nasty-looking doberman, and he started licking my raven ring. It made me think of Vixxin and Jelly and how they’re probably dying to know what happened. So I’ve... 392@http://roommatefromhell.com/ 2004-10-27T00:00:00-05:00 http://roommatefromhell.com/79.htm May 10, 2004 We’re back at Sam and Jillian’s. Part of me wants to end it here. This isn’t a story, after all. I don’t have a responsibility to tie this up neatly. If I end it here, people can... 391@http://roommatefromhell.com/ 2004-10-26T00:00:00-05:00 http://roommatefromhell.com/78.htm May 8, 2004 We’re on some crazy fucking school bus to get to this rave thing. I’d rather have taken our car since I’m a little worried about feeling trapped there, but Lilith said that Michael didn’t want to have... 390@http://roommatefromhell.com/ 2004-10-25T00:00:00-05:00 http://roommatefromhell.com/77.htm When I told Bruce about that line, a few hours later, it did not have the desired effect. “C’mon, it’s one of the best lines so far this tour! Don’t you think?” I said, slapping my knee. “Sam laughed his... 389@http://roommatefromhell.com/ 2004-10-24T00:00:00-05:00 http://roommatefromhell.com/76.htm May 7, 2004 Still nothing from Davey. I tell myself that the compulsive way he checked e-mail was an on-the-road kind of thing, but I’m not very convincing. Luckily, Sam saw how pathetic I was and invited me to come... 388@http://roommatefromhell.com/ 2004-10-23T00:00:00-05:00 http://roommatefromhell.com/75.htm May 6, 2004 Fucking e-mail. I swear. Back in the day, when geography meant something, if you left a place you were disconnected from it. Writing an embarrassing letter required an envelope, stamps, a mailbox—intent. Several steps. Even phoning a... 387@http://roommatefromhell.com/ 2004-10-22T00:00:00-05:00 http://roommatefromhell.com/74.htm May 5, 2004 “So the show is actually in the swamp?” I said. “I thought it was in a bar.” “Originally, yeah,” Michael said. “But the guy Max put us in touch with was also friends with the organizer of... 386@http://roommatefromhell.com/ 2004-10-21T00:00:00-05:00