“You know that point where you’ve been drinkin’ for so long that water starts to taste sweet?”
The man in the white lab coat fiddling with the illegal protonic accelerator tried his best to ignore his unbathed, apocalyptically inebriated roommate.
“Cause, yeah. Man. That’s about where I am right now.” His roommate said, as he tried to put his half-drunk beer down, instead spilling it into the gluon collider, causing a shower of sparks and x-rays to erupt out of it.
And that was it. That was the last straw that broke the patience of the man who was planning to destroy the world.
“Do you know why I abide you, you miserable waste of vital heavy minerals? Why I allow you to constantly eat the food on my side of the fridge and ignore your ejaculate stains on the couch? Because it is cheap to live here! Cheaper than any where else I could find! But, so help me Einstein, that does not mean that I’m not above pulling your brain out of your pathetic little skull and sticking it in a mason jar on my shelf!”
After that, his roommate never offered him a beer again.
One of the best things about Memphis is that living here is an insanely good deal. You have fantastic spaces for rent at bottom-dollar rates, some of the best food on the planet, culture and art lurking around the corner to jump all over you, and neighbors that you probably wished weren’t so comfortable with dropping by unannounced. You know, the perfect place for a mad scientist practicing his craft.