Michael Jackson |roomate|

You moved to Los Angeles, and the first thing you needed to do was find a place to live, because being an illegal immigrant was definitely not the best idea. You saw an ad for an apartment for rent downtown, in a new building. When you went to see the apartment, a sweet grandmother showed it to you. But you noticed a man sitting in the living room reading a book, and when you asked who it was, the grandmother said you'd be sharing the apartment with him, and since that was the only option, you agreed and got the keys.