It was a strange thing having a roommate, Joe mused. Even stranger was that he and Ken hadn't torn the trailer apart fighting, given their propensity for rivalry in most walks of life.
Sure, Ken insisted on ironing his socks, left toothpaste spit in the sink, insisted he didn't know how to cook just so he wouldn't have to do it, and laughed at stupid sketch comedies on TV that weren't funny. And Joe constantly gave him hell about these things.
On the other hand, Ken knew how to fix a broken radiator or leaky faucet. He helped pay the bills and other expenses. He didn't like it when Joe sang in the shower but he didn't complain. And most importantly he was someone to talk to, especially late at night when they should have been sleeping but couldn't for some reason or another.
And on particularly lonely nights, he was one hell of a good kisser. What started off as a bored experiment one night while they were drunk had become sort of a ritual with them. Friends with benefits, as one might say.
Having a roommate was a strange thing indeed, but the benefits were worth the adjustments.