Ok, a real confession: “had a roommate that over three consecutive days, his life took absurd turns toward the abyss: first day he found a kitten in our yard, put it in a box and brought it to his room, where it proceed to die overnight. Day two, he had a full blown manic panic attack, where every big rig that parked by the condo tower being built next door he believed to be occupied by “Daddy Rex,” an African American muscle bear who had been sending him unsolicited extremely s******* graphic emails, texts, photos, and phone calls for months, and was evidently a truck driver, and often reminded the roommate he was going to come by and “breed” his “backsnatch”. The roommate was utterly terrified of this man, claimed to not be into men and had no idea who it could be. Well, extra distraught from the dead kitten that morning, he flipped out over all the big rigs. He then spent about two hours printing out hundreds of emails, texts, pictures, and asked me to accompany him to the police department to make a report. So we went and he freaked out to a detective, handing over the graphic communications, and also showed the officer his phone and email account. Soon the officer saw the abundance of communication between the roommate and transsexual escorts he’d meet through Backpage. Over the next hour the story about Daddy Rex and the printouts were shared around the station”

you all know the roommates name