It was years later when I saw what had become of Jimmy--needless to say, he was NOT an MD!

Do you every have those roommates who you can never connect to? Jimmy, my roommate never got to know me and never respected me. He was always trashing our room, too. Jimmy had that "Tough guy" image. I laugh sometimes, when I think of his slick black hair and smirk smile. Anyway, just to make me go crazy, Jimmy trapped in our room so it would prevent me from taking the big science test. I was pissed! I was screaming, threatening him, and all he did was lay back on his bed and say, "Can't hurt you, can it?" Finally about 4 hours later, he let me out of the room by removing the lock or whatever he put on the door. I never really told Jimmy how I felt about him. I guess I just let it all boil up inside of me.

So, after I had gone to the hockey rink and hung out, I came back to our room and Jimmy was gone. I dropped my pants and shit in his sports bag, and rubbed Icy Hot all over the inside of his boxers. To add the finishing touches, I purposely decided to visit my house back home...something told me that if I was there I would get the blame.

Around midnight I got back to the room, exhausted. Jimmy stood stiffly, with his arms crossed and the lights on. He also had a couple of his tough friends with him. I put on a great show, really. Somehow, I convinced him it wasn't me that did it. Finally, he let his guard down and went to bed. I don't think he noticed the icy hot in his gym shorts though. Time went on, and I graduated. Not Jimmy.

The last time I saw him, I had to give some money to the toll collector. In the window was Jimmy. And here I was, a doctor. When he recognized me, he grinned and wanted to know if we could hang out. I told him he never treated me well...so no. Well, "It can't hurt him, can it?"