Apr.09.2008 I live underneath a retard

After the epic that was the My Gay Roommate series, it appears that your hero editor can’t catch a break.

I now live beneath a retard. I haven’t seen him. But I’ve heard him. Friends have heard him (see this chat on my Tumblr). He yells things, usually repetitively. The other day he also ran around his apartment going “DAH DAH DAH DAH DAH” and then banging into a wall (presumably wearing a helmet).

I’m not sure how to proceed with this. I haven’t seen the beast, but I know he exists. So as interesting things come about, I’ll provide more updates. Because, for whatever reason, you bastards seem to relish in my suffering.