You wouldn't believe the singular irateness I saw driving people out. One guy despairing for mercy and another person giving a leery overlong stare. As I said there must be an oxygen machine upstairs and the structural entropy is freezing the joint. Or a cruel noise machine left on. No ones here! Smoking in the hallways and thumping rap music and irate fits and cops coming used to be the norm. Now my new housemate only lives here half the time and is super responsible. Chosen!