Isaac often had to wonder just how bullshit his life was. Today, it was a little more bullshit than possible, as he glowered at the forty thousand (slight exaggeration) empty boxes that littered the hallway to his apartment, as he was trying to carry his own things to the cozy two bedroom he called home. Seriously, what the hell? Who left their cartons out in the middle of the hall? He had to make like, fifty more trips up and down from the Jeep and he knew his friends were all finishing up their apartments as well and ... and ...

Yeah, he was pissed. But all he could do was kick a few of those boxes out of his way as he angled his TV down the hall, grumbling as he did so. Because honestly knowing his luck? His new neighbors were going to be some professor he had this year. Or some TA for a class he had to take, or the daughter of the local preacher. His luck with neighbors had been notoriously bad -- see last year where he had to move out because of the slight drug dealing problem. And his freshman year, where he lived in the dorms and his roommate just happened to be a pyromaniac.

Yeah, he wouldn't be too surprised that this new neighbor? Would be nothing but trouble.