UPDATE: 3/13
I'm not sure why Dana believes that all the food in this house is communal, because it's not. That's not how it generally works in a flophouse. We aren't a family. Buy your own damn food. Just because we happen to share a refrigerator doesn't mean you can just start eating food that you didn't buy. </rant>
Anyway, Dana made pasta tonight with my noodles and made way too much again and shared it with our neighbor, Tom. None of us ate together though so I was spared the weird conversations. The food just sat out and we all ate at different times.
When I was done eating in the common room, Sam walked in and asked if I wanted to smoke a joint. I took a rain check. I don't really smoke very often anymore and I definitely can't be high on Saturday nights because that's when I play a lot of poker.
I felt bad about declining because he just seemed like he was trying to be social, but we started talking about weed a bit and then I think I earned some cool points with him when I showed him the bong I built a month ago out of a Gatorade bottle. (I think I actually like building bongs more than I like smoking.)
Sam starred at the bong for a little while and then went on the strange rant where he tried to convince me that the best way to use a bong is to put ice chips and red wine in it. When I asked him why red wine was better to use than water, he said, “Just trust me, dude. It's better.”
Anyway, I think I'm on his good side now. I'm still a little creeped out about the bathroom incident a couple nights ago, but I think I have dramatically reduced my chances of getting raped in the near future.