My brother died of AIDS in a prison halfway house in the mid-90s, after being exploited by Roy Cohn's west coast kindred spirits. My former coworker used to often get her hair styled at the same Beverly Hills salon as Nancy Reagan.

Unlike others commenting here, I can read the tragedy between the lines, of extreme evil, depravity, and totally twisted bass-ackward monstrosity. Thanks for the artistry, Elizabeth. Your roommates sound like real pips!