When he started filling his free time with dealing weed is when I got concerned.

I have had a few bad roommates in my years at URI (with many more to come), but I think the roommate I had two years ago qualifies as one of the worst ever (I have compared notes with other people who claim to have psycho roommates, and I always win).

First off, he was an athlete who injured himself practicing in the off-season, so he never left the room, and always bitched about something or other. And his teammates would always come over, and even though I absolutely hate weed, he filled the room with it. But this I could deal with...

When he started filling his free time with dealing weed is when I got concerned. I have a lot of expensive computer shit that his customers eyed, which was also disconcerting. And even when he woke me up so that the police could get consent to search our room at 5:30 a.m., I think I remained pretty calm and collected.

But here's the icing on this shit cake:

His psycho girlfriend/fiancé. He already had two kids with her and was only 19. She didn't trust him one bit (of course, she was dead on thinking he was cheating), but she would call at 4 a.m. to make sure he was in. So we took the phone off the hook.

So, one weekend she decided to drop by and spend the weekend with my roommate. Only problem -- she brought the kids. So, in a single dorm room we had three adults and two kids spending the weekend together in "perfect harmony." Needless to say, I almost killed the kids when they woke me up, instead of the parents, to watch cartoons. Man, I'm glad I got a single.