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So yes. Eventually, avoiding Moses became an important part of my everyday life (and it wasn't easy either, since he always stood right next to the main entrance smoking weed). Whenever there was a knock at the door, I'd run into my room and my brave roomie Zane would go see who it was. And because I'm a wimp, I resort to hiding and avoiding people instead of telling them directly that I don't want to see them . . . so yes. The same kind of pickle that I'm in with my language exchange partner, except he doesn't live next door, so all I have to do is ignore his SMS. Phew.