One year my roommate was not returning, and I got a new guy. Big City boy (Greenville).
He aspired to be Al Capone, carried a pistol, lay in bed and threw knives at our dart board. He could beat anyone at the pool hall. During exams he sold fake dope for a dollar a pill to help kids stay awake to study. His buddy at the 7-11 would let him carry out cases of free beer. He never went to class. As to roomates, I would rate him exceptional, a great guy! He was a loyal friend.
At a James Brown concert I went along as his sister's date (she was about 12). The concert was over the top of anything I had ever experienced. I believed the walls might collaspe. Some folks like Dennis and James are unique.
In Greenville, in the day, was one of the GREAT pool halls -> "Corner Pocket". Inside it was dark --> noon and midnight were the same. Dennis was respected there. I considered myself a "player", but there I would just watch. The game is more than just table skill.