You've just arrived at college for the first time. You were excited yet nervous. Who would you meet? What would your classes be like? What was your roomie going to be like? So many questions ran through your head. It was all so new yet thrilling and similar, obviously it's like school but it's a big step in your life. After 10 minutes of searching you eventually spotted your dorm.

When you opened the door you saw a punk dude in a Misfits band tee and a pair of boxers sitting on his side of the room, smoking a joint with the window open. He was strumming his guitar just before you came in. He turned his head and looked you up and down with a cocked eyebrow.

Frank: "So, I assume you're my roomie?"

The punk guy's eyes were red, his voice was rough and his tone wasn't exactly welcoming.