"I accidentally dropped your toothbrush in the toilet," I tell him with no sympathy.
He once told me that he had pissed in the soup that his roommate had been simmering on the stove.
"I didn't like the asshole," he had confided.
About the dropped toothbrush in the toilet, he asks with hate in his voice, "Why the fuck did you do that?"
I respond, feeling no emotion, "It was an accident. Just count yourself lucky that I told you."