me and my girl had been lookin for a new roommate for quite a while, since about new years, but no luck. so she started to get a little desperate and this guy shows up with this hella pitiful sob story about how he has to be out of his current place in two days.
he seemed cool enough, to her, i never met him before he moved in. so he gets moved in in like 8 hrs, all his crap in the garage and all over the basement. i finally meet him, and he’s kinda wierd, not good wierd either, kinda creepy and shady. for example, the first or second night that he was there, i was coming out of my room heading for the kitchen and he’s walkin past me with his hands behind his back, so i get a little curious as to what he feels he has to hide from me, because he’s 36 (which in itself is kinda odd, living with people 10 yrs younger). i talked with my girl about it, and she said that she found a brown bag next to the couch, so i figured he just feels like he has to hide his booze from me and think nothing more of it. but then the next day, my girl asks me how much jack was in a bottle we had in the cupboard, and i told her i didn’t know, but she says there was only like an inch left in the bottom, and i’m pretty sure the bottle was half full when last i saw it, but i can’t say for sure, so we’ll give him the benefit of the doubt.
the next day. while straightening up my room, i notice my piggy-bank is gone. i may have misplaced it, but my first thought was that the new roomate (joel the creepy fucker) stole it.
it stays missing, i never find it, and later that week, we talk with our other roomates, and come to find out, he’s been stealing change from them as well. i guess they came home from a nice valentine’s weekend away to find their change jar, which is rather fat, and hence holds a lot of money, was missing about three inches worth of change, about $60. but the worst part is, it was hidden in their closet, so that means the fucker was going through our stuff! after i heard that, i decided right then and there that he was out, i don’t give a shit about the lease, if he’s stealing from us, he’s either out of the house, or i’m beatin his ass.
my girl calls her dad (the landlord) and gets his permission to kick him out of the house, so joel calls her, and she tells him that he has three days to get out, he asks why, she tells him, and all he cares about is getting the rest of his rent back, he doesnt even try to deny it.
so he’s gone, moved all his stuff out in one day. but before he left, he stuffed our garbage cans FULL of his shit, which may not even be his shit the way he was going on around the house.
but i gave him a little going away present… while he was gone one night, after the incident, i cracked open his coffee maker and disconnected the heater, so it will only make cold coffee. =)
so today, we’re gettin ready for a little party, and we noticed that there was a bottle of sprite that was in the same cupboard as the jack, that is now empty. fucker.
anywho, long story short, make sure you check references of new roommates, now matter how desperate you are or how nice they seem… and keep a screwdriver and a coffee (dis)repair book handy in case things go sour.
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