Mark Ibold is my fantasy of the ultimate freshman roommate lottery draw.
He seems like a guy who’d replace any Cokes he drank — and wouldn’t even make a big show of pointing out that he’d done it.
Yeah, sure, it’s a weird fantasy, but, y’know, you’re not the boss of me. No. You are not. College is a complicated time, and I won’t be judged about which musician from a band I liked 15 years ago would probably replace my Cokes without making a big deal of it.
That’s between me and my God.
