I spent Christmas 1998 with a huge welt on my forehead. One of my roommates that year got mad at me and threw a Nintendo game — Ikari Warriors to be exact — at me. Scary Gary was pretty well known on campus. He was easily recognizable, wearing a black hunting vest (the kind with all the pockets for ammo and knives and whatnot) over his worn out leather coat, he would run everywhere he went. One time I saw him trip, fall and roll all the way down a hill. It was horrifying, sad and hilarious. Kind of like watching a clown car lose control after slipping on a banana peel and crash into a pie stand. Gary was a year older than me and the year I lived with him was his second year in that room. He was very attached to that room, so much so that he lived there for at least three more years afterward. It didn't take long for us to realize that Gary was, well, unique. Of course, there was move-in day, when he screamed at me for stealing his bed. You see, I moved in first and took the bed furthest away from the door and bathroom. ...