which TV character you would want for a college roommate

After 13 grueling hours in the lab he could finally remove his rubber suit.  Keeping the suit on was a necessity as the product’s purity decreased immensely if contaminated.  The last batch of product had been tested (98.6% pure), weighed (236 pounds), and was now stacked atop several boxes of the same weight and size awaiting shipment.  He stood back from the boxes for a moment, looking at his work, his life’s work; much like a doting father would upon his newborn child, then took a deep breath and walked out of the lab.  His name is Walter White, A.K.A. “Heizenberg,” and he’s my roommate.

                Skyler, his wife, kicked him out once she discovered he was a drug manufacturing kingpin and like most newly separated drug manufacturing kingpin’s, he needed a place to crash: and after a quick search via Craigslist, he found his way to my couch.

                In the beginning Walter was an excellent roommate for two reasons: the guy was a genius and he sure loved his breakfast.  In between helping me study for Chemistry 340 he’d  cook us pancakes and eggs , and he didn’t take no for an answer.  He’d leave the house often muttering names like Jessie, Hank, and Gus; none of which meant anything to me, personally, except that when he was in a mood and went storming out of the house I knew I could count on him being gone for days on end, giving me ample space and quiet to master my latest course.

                And just when I thought Walter couldn’t get any better as a roommate, he started breaking out the bank roll.  He paid rent in advance for the next 5 years (My lease was only 6 months!) on the condition that I didn’t ask too many question.  Believe me buddy, for that kind of money, he could’ve slapped a hat on me and called me an informant.  And that was just the tip of the Heizen-berg.  He paid me to pick up groceries: $5,000 bucks for a trip to the store.  And while I didn’t understand what someone needed with so much cold medicine, I well understood rule #1, no questions.

                The last and, perhaps, best reason that Walter White has become my all-time favorite roommate is because of the situation with Charley Harrelson.  Charley was a major A-hole and no matter where I went or what I did he always seemed to find me, and make my life a little less worth living.  Oftentimes I’d come home and complain to Walter: “Charley destroyed my lab project for a few laughs.”  I told Walter people like that were better off dead.   Walter said he’d talk to the guy and the next thing I knew Charley Harrelson had dropped out of school and dropped off of the face of the Earth; it was a good day for me, to say the least.  Sometimes I wonder what happened to him, but then I remember rule #1, no questions.