I’ve talked about Justin before, and he’s even written for ATOB. Today I’m going to discuss the summer he moved into my apartment illegally. I should probably say he was “undocumented” versus “illegal” given political sentiments, but either way, he wasn’t supposed to be there and my landlord had no idea.

It was two summers ago. I lived in a row house with no central AC and had one other roommate. Justin landed a paid internship a half hour outside the city and needed a place to stay for 12 weeks. I offered our pull-out couch for a week until he found a place.