Baxter stared at the ceiling. He pressed his right hand, balled into a fist, against his chest and took repeated deep breaths.
“You okay?” His roommate asked, hearing the sounds of obvious discomfort.
“You know what they need to talk more about in school? Or at least before you’re 30?” Baxter questioned.
“What’s that?” the roommate asked.
“How one day you suddenly have to worry about sodium content and chicken flavored ramen will cause murderous heart burn,” Baxter lamented aging
“It comes on sudden, I’ll give you that,” the roommate tossed a recently purchased bottle of Tums to the bed. “enjoy!”