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Oftentimes, in today's

D-Personalized, de-personalized, atomized society, who is it that actually knows you?

Who knows you better than your mama, better than your friends, better than your cousins,

your lover? Who sits next to you on the couch for your greatest joy? And who knows your dirty

little secret? Who else? But your roommate? Because one thing we can all be agreed upon. Left or right, city-fied, a rule, old or poor,

the one thing that unites all of us is the certain knowledge that the rent is too damn high.

This means that living alone all by yourself and some glorious solitude is a luxury reserved for trust fund kids and drug dealers.

And if you are neither of these, at some point, you may have to open your life to someone who is more than a stranger.

More than an intimate, a person arriving out of nowhere to pierce your inner sanctum

who can change the very course of your destiny simply by proving to you that on the first

of the month, they absolutely, positively, will come through with their share of the rent.

Today, Snap probably presents roommate wanted.

My name is from Washington.

We've scy out the newspaper so you don't have to

because you're listening to Snap Judgment.

Now, our story begins with struggling writer Brian Boucher.

After breaking up with his girlfriend, scrambles to find a roommate so that he can afford the rent on his tiny New York City apartment.

Snap judgment.

I hadn't lived with a random stranger since my freshman year of college. I'm not sure exactly what I was looking for, really, in terms of an ideal roommate.

They just needed to be dependable and pay the rent. They didn't even have to be quiet.

I advertised on Craigslist for the roommate.

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