but like a good neighbor - shannon was there. to clean up your puke mess and to assure you that you didn't make that terrible mistake that you feared you would make. that you would be the silly college freshman that got too drunk on their first night of college like an amateur (but you did). and it was at that moment that the magic happened. that we just clicked and like step brothers (even though it was before its time) it was like "did we just become best friends?" because we did. and although we weren't roommates that freshman year - it was from then on out that we basically were. because if we weren't playing donkey kong, eating beef jerky, and skipping professor green's class in my room we were doing that exact same thing in your room.
remember hippie amanda? i do.
remember when we would drive the seven hours from minneapolis to chicago for the weekend when you had class and a test on sunday and i would have to frantically drive and you would have to study frantically ? i do.
and then the light rail cop gave you a taser? i do (and it still blows my mind).