After repeated verbal poking and prodding over the course of his 19 years, Richard Bronfman ’14, a red-headed sophomore, finally lost control.
“It was insanity,” said Kyle Kendrick ’14, Bronfman’s roommate. “All I said was, ‘Hey carrot doofus, does the carpet match your ugly fucking red hair? Also, your parents are poor.’ And he just lost it.”
“Profanity left and right,” Kendrick continued.