lazy gary
My former roommate. He knew that my bedroom door couldn’t fully close and had to be wedged into the frame. So, every morning around 6:30, he would run down the hall full steam and throw all of his weight against the door to open it. Then he would stand on my chest and yell in my face until I fed him. Sometimes he would land on my stomach when he jumped up on the bed—it was like a sucker punch. I miss him.