Sleeping Next To Death... A Memoir By The Roommate of The Austin Bomber
“Wait a minute, could Mark be that person or part of a group of people who are doing those things? No, he can’t be that person.” I thought to myself. Mark was the type of person to want to help you out and go out of his own way to do so. We shared food between the two of us. I give him popcorn that I didn’t want, and he let me borrow his olive oil in the cabinet to cook my food with."
-Sleeping Next To Death... A Memoir By The Roommate of Austin Bomber