Some people might say the worst place I ever lived was under a bush in the woods.
But I would say the worst place I ever lived was college housing.
My roomates were two freshmen and two seniors. I was a 24 year old sophomore transfer student.
The two upperclassmen deep fried a hundred or more chicken wings every single night and served them to mobs of friends with hot sauce, celery and blue cheese dressing. They never took the trash out once in the month I lived there. Instead they packed the greasy cheesy garbage into rectangular brown paper shopping bags which they then layered against the wall like lego bricks. When I left, they were starting on the second layer, having filled the wall to the ceiling.
There were maggots hatching in the living room carpet in December.
