It would be cool if he did, because then we would have something in common.
There recently was a thread about awful room-mates, along with pictures. I have my own experience.
Housing complex. The units are basically small cottages, made for two room-mates, with a common area and attached kitchen, a small storage closet in the common area containing water pipes leading to Suite A's bathroom. The two private areas of the suite contained a private bedroom, a sliding glass patio door, and a private bathroom. Sounds idyllic.
My roomie, Jed, liked to throw parties. He liked tarantulas, too, and kept six.
For the sake of saving my effort in recounting this story, here is a basic rundown of the chaos:
This run-through of incidents is going to be kind of terse, because I'm working off of a check list I made a while ago.
During our stay together, my roomie:
He brought his motorcycle into our common room because he was "afraid it would be stolen." This was fine, but then he started it and let it idle for 15 minutes without opening any windows, causing all of our stuff to smell like motor exhaust.
After his girlfriend left him, he went berserk in his private bathroom with a sledgehammer or a geologist's hammer and smashed all of his bathroom fixtures.
His toilet was inoperative at this point, so he used mine for a time, until I refused him access. Later I would find out that he shat in garbage bags and kept them in the common room closet for weeks. More on this later.
He set fire to our carpet with alcohol during a party. He pissed in the fridge. He shat in the fridge. He shat in the crisper drawer. He shat on the oven top, and instead of cleaning it up, turned on the burner, reasoning that carbon is easier to clean than feces.
He left a dead cat he found somewhere in our oven for a week and forgot about it. I discovered it later.
He owned 6 tarantulas, and would let one run around free-range. He assured me he had "tamed it." I assured him he was a stupid fuckhead.
He never showered.
He sold drugs from his room. He smoked pot with his friends in the common area. He spilled bong water on two of my text books. He and his friends did cocaine off of the television set in the common area.
He had a party to which he invited too many people, and they spilled into my room. Strangers had sex in my room at that party. In my bed. One of them had pubic lice. Someone took a dump in my closet. Someone left a used condom in my slipper. I discovered all of these things after it was too late.
Morning after said party, my mother knocked on the front door, and a stranger from that party answered and immediately threw up on her legs.
Crackheads would regularly come by our apartment at all hours of the night trying to buy drugs because of his illicit activities. Whenever I answered the door and indicated that there was no crack to be had, they would sometimes get, desperate, belligerent and violent, and refuse to leave.
He put food products containing milk, meat and cheese on the heating unit and turned it on for three hours to see what would happen. I could've told him what would happen if he asked me.
He got angry at some video game he and his friends were playing in the common area, so he busted into my room while I was sleeping, and punched me in the face and stomach.
A few days later he put a tarantula in my bedsheets while I was sleeping. Thankfully I wasn't bitten, but I was freaked out and still sometimes jump out of bed in the middle of the night for no reason and attack my sheets.
He shat in a lot of our fixtures. He would put his shit in baggies and leave them in strange places. I was thankfull for when he used a baggie. A few words of advice for potential room-mates: A light fixture is not a toilet. A heating vent is not a toilet. The sink is not a toilet. The oven is not a toilet. That is all.
I was pissed at this point. He refused to clean or take care of all of the messes listed above, so I ended up cleaning them, but keeping an hourly log and catalogue of what work I did and worked out a bill, which I sent to him.
I was tired of cleaning feces out of our refridgerator, finding turds in our crisper drawer, shit on the stovetop, vomit on the carpet, vomit in our potted plants, vomit on the grille of our television set, urine on the carpet, urine on the kitchen floor seeping behind the refridgerator, dead animals in our oven and freezer units, and bags of feces hidden in our light fixtures.
Have you ever had to move your refridgerator out of its little nook to get behind it to clean urine mixed with whatever the fuck lurks behind a refridgerator in the first place?
After sending him the cleaning bill and getting a refusal of payment, I took some of his stuff, dumped it in a storage unit across town, and held it until he paid me back. He stole some of my stuff in retaliation, but I called the cops and repossessed my belongings. He was unable to articulate to the cops that I had some of his shit in this exchange, so I ended up basically getting my shit back while he had to be put in their car to cool off.
Upon retrospect, I think maybe he became mentally ill after losing his girlfriend, and not being able to part with his feces was part of his illness. This is purely speculative.
He wasn't poor. He was from a wealthy family. They don't come into the picture, though.
I had had enough. I bought a minifridge, a plug-in stovetop, two padlocked footlockers, a wooden bar, duct tape, a remote-control car, and an external padlock.
Actually, upon reflection, I really want to share how I kept my room-mate out of my private area. It was dubbed the "Home Alone" security system.
I had two potential entrances to my private area, a sliding glass patio door and a regular door to the common area. I secured the common door with a padlock on the outside which was really just for show. The inside was barricaded. At the bottom I had a rolled up towel, and I sealed the rest of it with tape to avoid smell or other chemical assaults from the common area.
I packed against the door with my king-sized bed, which was in turn secured from being dislodged by a bookshelf full of weights and books. Even if he got through the padlock, he would not have been able to open the door without busting it in two. The top half of the door was unsecured; I was worried he might break the door and gain access, so when I seized his stuff I had it put in public storage across town.
Now the sliding glass door is where the home alone shit comes in. It had a lock, but it was nonfunctional and only accessible from the inside. So in order to secure the door while I was away, I got a remote controlled car, attached it to a string which was secured by a fisheye screw at the top of the door, and tied to a security bar which would drop into the tread of the sliding door, preventing it from being opened.
Anyone who has a sliding glass door would know how this works, but if anyone needs further explanation, I'm happy to furnish it.
So when I came home, I would whip out my little remote control, make the RC car run off and lift the bar, then gain access to the apartment. To prevent this system from being discovered, I papered the inside of the sliding door with butcher paper, and I ran a wire outside of the door in an obvious manner, so that the roomie would think that this wire somehow, if tugged correctly, would undo the lock. To my knowledge, all of his attempts to get inside my apartment were by messing with this wire, which was attached to the handle of an antique coffee grinder and a paint can. If you tugged it, you'd get a wierd uneven resistance as the handle crank turned and the paint can danced, which added to the illusion that this wire was some secret way of ingress.
I heard this account from the neighbors, because it occurred while I was away, but apparently he had lost his front door key, had some kind of intestinal problem, and had to take a shit really bad. All of the neighbors he knew he had already hit up for toilet access and been refused by this point. So he's swearing like crazy and yanking at this wire, and bashing against the door in a frenzied desperation when the neighbors call the cops, reporting a B&E. When the cops show up he's taking a shit in the bushes just outside my window. I fucking hate him so much.
I think he went crazy and lost all his friends at some point, because around the time I barricaded, I stopped hearing parties. In fact, I stopped hearing anything from the common area of the apartment, except for the occasional formless moans and thumping. I don't know precisely what went on in there, because I mentally washed my hands of the whole area. I did, however, start smelling odors. I taped up my door. I know it wasn't smart to do things like this, but I was just fucking sick of dealing with his shit. I didn't call the landlord or anything, despite the fact that I knew he was destroying things over there. After cleaning so much of his shit up, I just wanted the universal god of justice to see what a wreck the place would become without my presence.
Forgive me for being a little spotty in my descriptions after this point. What I do know of what transpired over there I can only reconstruct from forensic evidence, what precisely was destroyed, what commmon friends have told me in their accounts, and two forrays over into the waste zone over the next two months. I essentially didn't even see the front door of our apartment during this time.
Star light, star bright,
First star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Not get into another fight
With that transvestite hooker, Mike.
Famous Last Words
Pardon me, sir. I did not do it on purpose.
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I should never have switched from Scotch to Martinis.
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I am about to — or I am going to — die: either expression is correct.
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I am perplexed. Satan Get Out
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Said by: Joseph Henry Green, upon checking his own pulse.
LSD, 100 micrograms I.M.
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You have won, O Galilean
Said by: Emperor Julian, having attempted to reverse the official endorsement of Christianity by the Roman Empire.
No, you certainly can’t.
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Tomorrow, I shall no longer be here
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Hurry up, you Hoosier bastard, I could kill ten men while you’re fooling around!
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Please don’t let me fall.
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Now, now, my good man, this is no time for making enemies.
Said by: Voltaire when asked by a priest to renounce Satan.
Marriage is the only war in which you sleep with the enemy.
Some people claim that marriage interferes with romance. There's no doubt about it. Anytime you have a romance, your wife is bound to interfere.
Marriage is like a phone call in the night: first the ring, and then you wake up.
For two people in a marriage to live together day after day is unquestionably the one miracle the Vatican has overlooked.
Marriage is nature's way of keeping us from fighting with strangers.
By all means marry; if you get a good wife, you'll become happy; if you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher.
All tragedies are finished by a death, all comedies by a marriage.
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Brought Up To Believe by Bionic Mosquito
…King George was a tyrant.
…Americans fought for independence.
…Americans won their independence.
…the founding fathers were selfless.
…Robert Morris was America’s financier.
…government exists to protect my life and property.
…the time during the Articles of Confederation was chaotic.
…a written constitution is a check on government expansion.
…the Constitution protects my rights.
…Thomas Jefferson favored a smaller central government.
…America was never about Empire.
…Lincoln saved the Union.
…Lincoln cared about the slaves.
…Lincoln was honest.
…the West was wild.
…Japan’s aggression in Asia was a shock to the US government.
…Germany started the Great War.
…Wilson made the world safe for democracy.
…democracy represents the best form of government.
…democracies are reluctant to go to war.
…laissez-faire capitalism caused the great depression.
…Hoover was a do-nothing president.
…Hitler started the war in Europe.
…Stalin was a victim of Hitler’s aggression.
…Japan’s attack on Pearl Harbor was a surprise.
…World War II ended the depression.
…World War II was the good war.
…World War II was fought by the greatest generation.
…the United States defeated Hitler
….Germany was the only combatant to commit atrocities in Europe.
…the atomic bombs ended the war.
…the atomic bombs saved one million lives.
…the US government would stand against world government.
…the US military fights for my freedom.
…the US military fights for the freedom of other, less fortunate, people.
…the global presence of the US military is an unwanted burden.
…foreign wars are almost…romantic.
…JFK was shot by a lone nut.
…by saving and working hard, you will retire into the American dream.
…money and banking must be managed by the state.
…the United States is a nation of laws, not men.
…Reagan was a conservative.
…there is a meaningful difference between democrats and republicans.
…a third party would provide the solution.
…CATO is a friend of liberty.
…Milton Friedman was a free-market economist.
…central banking is not central planning.
…central banks are necessary to regulate markets.
…nineteen men could…well, you know.
…they hate us for our freedom.
…a police officer’s job is to protect and to serve.
…Palestinians are a threat to Israel.
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