“Come on, Oni. Your twenties are for fun and excitement. Please, hangout with us.” Rebecca removed her towel to reveal she was now a redhead. I should have known that housing via Canada’s Craigslist was going to be sketchy AF. I agreed to the five-month lease knowing that the apartment under construction. I’d agreed to share the unit with housemates periodically. What I didn’t agree to was exclusively using the garage entrance because the “landlord” wanted me to avoid the doorman. Seriously, did he own this apartment, or nah? Most importantly, I didn’t agree to live with mysterious eastern Europeans who – from what I could tell – could be on the run from the law. Hear me out. When Rebecca and Roberto moved in, she was all chatty and he was all monosyllable responses. Being the friendly island gyal that I was, I entertained Rebecca's desire for light chit chat. She asked me my entire life story. Not wanting to be a conversation hog, I asked, “why are you in Canada?” Befor