Evan nodded, reaching out and taking a drink of his beer before setting it back down. "Yeah, well, I guess you'll have that. Censorship is everywhere. When they are in control, they make the damned rules and say what everyone gets to hear and how," he said, anger coloring his tone slightly. He didn't even have to try to be politically correct with Sam. Sam knew his views and had accepted them a long time ago, agreeing with him.
"You shouldn't quit, you need to pay rent. As much as I'd like to be able to offer, I'm not sure I know anyone who could throw you a bone and let you stay with them for a bit. My flat is too full already. Bastards," he said, finishing in a mutter. He was really feeling the discomfort and unhappiness with his living situation. His roommates acted like old married couples half the time, fighting for no reason, and now people were on each other's case for bringing over dates and girls. Apparently, they think their beauty sleep is more important than the others getting laid and relaxing a bit. Maybe that's it, maybe they all just needed to get laid so they would loosen up.