By Tim Duffy
I once had a roommate who was an incredibly smart person. His retention of information was second to none in my experience. He had an incredible wealth of information about history. Not just American history, or an expertise in the Byzantines, this guy had a seemingly bottomless reservoir of information on the whole development of civilization. Also he was a psychopath. He through an ashtray through a window when there was a bad call in a Giants game. He would trade DVDs for Cup O’ Noodle soups and nuggets of weed. He refused to leave the house.
The worst thing he ever did was bring a cat home. I unknowlingly moved into the apartment with one cat, I was allergic but drew the line at the one cat. One day this lunatic came in and dropped a cat on the apartment floor out of his coat. “This is Victoria,” he declared “she’s going to be staying with us while.” Apparently as he walked home the Kinks’ classic “Victoria” blasting in his headphones this cat “followed him home.” My fellow roommates and I were certain he’d kidnapped the cat who was incredibly unpleasant to be around. She was aggressive and demanding.
Somehow, in spite of living what that hellish feline, I still really enjoy the song “Victoria” by the Kinks. That sounds like a best song ever if I’ve ever heard of one.
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