Shared a basement apartment with a room mate just off campus. His black Labrador dog wasn't happy about my taking her place on the sofa at night. That only lasted one semester, then we moved into an old building further off campus that had been converted into three 2-bedroom apartments. We had the middle floor. No central heating, there was a fireplace in the living room, a gas heater in the dining room and another in the kitchen. I had a water bed (remember water beds?) so kept the heater cranked up in winter. We burned a lot of scrap balsa in the fireplace from my architectural model projects. Balsa burns as fast as dry newspaper. The Lab got her couch back.
That was the location of the late-night bottle-rocket fight on the 4th of July, our building vs. residents of similar demographic in a building across the street, a four-lane road that had little traffic after about eleven PM. Stealthy moonlit barbarian raids from shrub to parked car to tree, combined with quickly-improvised rocket launchers that would have been the envy of the Blitzkrieg. Carlsberg Elephant beer from a giant, ice-filled cooler. The stuff of youthful legends, we probably would have worn face paint if anyone had any, there were a lot of anthropology students in the crowd I hung with. Fortunately no-one lost an eye, or worse, no property was burned, and no-one went to jail, as I look back with the stodgy, stick-in-the-mud wisdom of old age.
Although it turned out that one of the residents in the apartment below us, a rather smart guy named Gordon, was on the run and none of us knew it. He was very likeable, very intelligent, could talk about science and art, liked cold beer. After living above him for eight months, we found him being escorted away by Military Police one afternoon. Gordon had been AWOL for quite some time. The place was only a block away from a restaurant where another friend waited tables on the Sunday brunch shift, and stopped-by on his way home with a backpack full of leftovers from the buffet table. I was a much more active fisherman back then and had a big trout fish fry at least twice a month during the warmer months. We had the Hibachi going constantly.
After a year, I was ready for some peace and quiet and found a place of my own. But I'll never forget my time there, that's for sure.