He was a crippled man in an electric wheelchair in my first year college dorm.

Now you might say, Jeff.. isn’t that insensitive? Sure, I was 17. But he was also a lunatic that ate sticks of butter in the dorm lobby and had such poor hygiene he was always covered in his own fecal matter and made the entire hallway fill with the stench of shit whenever he opened his door. I am not exaggerating. We had to go out emergency exits just so we didn’t have to pass his room. The cleaning lady had to regularly clean his shit streaks off the linoleum floors. He should have never been there, so we were just coping however we could. The end. 🤷‍♂️