My Roommate

Beatboxing. It's a sort of "forgotten art form," and my roommate's really good at it. For those of you who don't know what beatboxing is, it is when you simulate drum sounds using only your mouth. Bradley (my roommate) could be a competitive beatboxer, if it was still 1987. The only side effect of this talent is that it makes you spit in your sleep a lot. At least you spit in rhythm though.

I'm posting a picture of Bradley and his newest church suit. He's proud of it. He traded in the money he was saving for rims to get this suit, and he's worn it to every interview he's been to for the past month. Keep up the good work Bradley, someone will hire you.