Marcus is such a cool guy... no really!

My roommate Marcus rocks. No seriously, bear with me. I don't care what everyone else says about him, like that he smells like wet cat feces or that he once stepped on a little boy and threw pebbles at his head for two hours in an empty KFC parking lot. I'm willing to look beyond Marcus's evil deeds and see the truly special person that I live with. Even though every morning he goes out into the woods behind the apartment building and shoots baby rabbits with a twelve gauge for breakfast, I see the sentimental side of him when he immolates the hides and bones in a tiny bonfire and weeps for the slain after the hunt. Just this afternoon he was telling me about his hatred for mexicans, blacks, indians, jews, and the turkish when he suddenly stopped to giggle at a baby hippopatomus wallowing in the mud on Discovery Channel. I saw his soft side that appreciated cuddly little Congo River creatures. Of course, he laughed even louder and more maniacally when a huge crocodile snatched the little hippo out of the water and snapped it's neck in a single thrash, but there were those few seconds where he exposed his inner self and showed me who he really was. So the next time you think Marcus is going to flip out and rip your heart out and eat it in front of you (which he actually did to a hobo the last time we were in Phoenix, I had to rush Marcus to the ER because he wouldn't stop convulsing and talking about a "nacho sunrise" after the orgy of death with the vagrant), just remember what I said: Marcus is good people.

SOTM: Eric Clapton - Cocaine (Cocaine Lines remix)