"Josh! Turn your music down! I'm trying to study!" This is the crap I have to deal with. I don't even know whose idea it was to share an apartment with my brother. Oh, yeah, it was my bone head father.
Josh and I both wanted to move out and my dad only agreed to cosign for one person, so he thought he was getting a two for one deal by signing for one apartment... for the both of us. Just fabulous. I'm in my sophomore year of college and Josh is a 25-year-old bartender. Clearly, he doesn't know the difference between day and night nor does he know the definition consideration.
Still beating on his bedroom door for him to cut the damn music down, a knock on the front door stalls me. Groaning, I walk to the door and open it like a mad woman.
"Hey, Mouse" My night is getting better and bett
