Dr. Kendall Crowns

It was obviously his pre-test ritual.

And we all have those.

I always like to wear a particular shirt.

But for me, his was really annoying.

Before that time, I thought Alice in Chains were a decent band.

But after this sonic torture that I endured during this time period, I've never been able to listen to them again.

It was incredibly frustrating because he was so noisy and loud and irritating, often at weird and bizarre times.

I just started avoiding my apartment.

I would try to study at school to just not listen to him, but that really wasn't working for me.

because I had a routine before he got there, and studying at school also had its problems as well.

It wasn't always convenient.

I didn't have food there, and napping in the study cubicles wasn't as comfortable.

I had to do something so I could get back to my routine.

I decided I would try talking to him about the noise.

I tried several times, and his response always was a pleasant, F off!

Ah yes, F off.

A truly educated response.

I complained to the apartment manager, Polly, but there was only so much she could do, and she wasn't always there.

Finally, I took matters into my own hands.

I know this is the point in a true crime story where someone ends up dead, dismembered, and disposed of in a refrigerator, but instead of that option, I went with option B.