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Topic: Psycho/Deadbeat Roommates: Share Your Stories
Username: Ilyushin96M
Posted 2003-01-23 15:48:40 and read 2927 times.

I hear more and more stories about roommate situations gone bad for one reason or another, and I thought I would post a topic and see who has something to share. Here's my contribution:

In 2001, I had a roommate for two months, from June to the beginning of August. At that time, I needed someone to help me with expenses in a two-bedroom flat, and I knew someone who needed a place to live, so I asked him if he wanted the extra room. The guy, whose name is Joey, was 26 at the time, didn't have a job when he moved in with me, but said he was in the process of getting one, and had money put aside to live off of. At that time, I had no reason to doubt what he told me, so we agreed and I helped him move in.

For the entire first month, Joey did nothing but sit around the apartment, usually surfing the web, chatting on the computer, or sitting on the porch, smoking. He never cleaned, never took out the trash; I would come home from nine hours of work only to find the same dishes in the sink that had been there that morning, and the over-flowing trash still in the can, while Joey had been home all day, doing nothing.

Then there was the financial aspect of this short-term situation. When he moved in, Joey paid for June's rent up front, and when the bills came due, he paid his share. For July, I was out of town, but the rent was given to me in a timely manner, so I didn't have any problems. However, when I asked Joey for his share of the money for the bills (phone, electricity, cable), he wrote me a check which bounced. When I confronted him about it, he showed absolutely no concern or interest, just saying he would have to call his bank and check things out. Trouble was, as a result of Joey's bounced check, I had no money for food, because all the funds in my bank account went to bills to cover what he didn't pay.

About mid-July, Joey got a job at Harley Davidson, as a supervisor, and should have been making plenty of money. However, he did not pay back the money he owed me for that month's bills. I started doing research, asking people he'd lived with before me how things had gone. That's when things took a turn for the worst. I found out Joey had been sued by one guy for over $1,000 owed, and another guy had thrown him out and just taken a loss. To make matters worse, I found out Joey had borrowed money from people all over town to live on and pay bills, including $475 from a friend of mine to cover his rent for July, and was avoiding paying back the loans. Rummaging through a box in the basement of the house, I discovered paperwork indicating he had also been sued for repossession of his car, and it was supposed to have been taken from him. Nevertheless, he was still driving it. I decided to call the bank from which the check he wrote me had come, and check his account balance - I did this using his social security number, which I'd found among his documents. As it turned out, the account was closed, and overdrawn by $728.00. AMAZING.

I began to see the writing on the wall, and it was no surprise to me when Joey stalled in his payment for August's rent. First, the excuse was he'd left his paycheck at work because a friend of his had committed suicide, and he was so upset, he forgot his money. Then, he couldn't get into the building on Saturday, the next day, to get it. Meanwhile, he told me he'd called our landlord and made arrangements to pay his half of the rent separately. I told him that wouldn't work for me, because I'd already sent the check for the full amount to avoid late fees. I called the landlord to check Joey's story; the landlord didn't know anything about it. So, the following Monday, August 6th, I told Joey he needed to be home by noon to pay his rent. Unbeknownst to him, I had purchased new locks for the front and back doors, and was planning on changing them if he didn't show up. He never did. Sick of excuses and knowing what he was trying to do, I went into Joey's room and packed all of his things into plastic containers he was using as storage. I put aside anything of value - his computer, personal affects - that I thought he might really care about. I took everything but what I had put aside out to the back yard. Then, I cleaned his room, changed the locks on the doors, put the stuff I'd kept into my car, and drove to a friend's. I left Joey a letter on the front door, telling him he was no longer living there, and that if he wanted the things I'd kept, he would pay me the $300 he owed me.

Joey paid me the money I asked for because he wanted his things back; unfortunately for him, I'd taken his things to the home of the friend of mine he owed $475 to. So, when Joey called asking for his things after I'd gotten his money, I gave him my friend's phone number and told him to call to discuss it with him. I never heard another word. As it turns out, I was and am the only person in Milwaukee who got the money Joey owed; nobody else ever did. Guess my approach was effective!

Topic: RE: Psycho/Deadbeat Roommates: Share Your Stories
Username: Seb146
Posted 2003-01-23 19:00:47 and read 2879 times.

I have had a total of 5 roommates. Two of them were uneventful. One of them, Michelle, was prescribed Prozac. She would take it untill she felt better, then stop taking it. She NEVER cleaned ANYTHING and let anyone stay at the apartment. I would always come in to find a few random people lounging about. I don't mind random people but these were HOMELESS PEOPLE she would talk to when she was walking home from college! Plus, she never locked the front door and would get mad at me when I would!

The other two is still a work in progress. I moved in with a couple. One of them (A) started hanging out with someone else and (B) got jealous and started stalking them. Eventualy, A moved out and B told me she would be staying. I went out of town for 3 days and came back to find my stuff was still there, but all of B's and some of A's stuff was gone. Thus ending my dream of going to Las Vegas since I had to pay all the rent myself. B has said she wants to move back in with me. I have said no. Actually, I have said 'no' is not a strong enough word to describe the no-ness of my answer.

Topic: RE: Psycho/Deadbeat Roommates: Share Your Stories
Username: Rai
Posted 2003-01-23 19:37:15 and read 2869 times.

These are great so far! I have a story of my own.

When I first moved to New York, I didn’t have a place to stay initially, so a family friend hooked me up in this two bedroom apartment with a middle-aged Greek lady named Popi. Whatever. It was only supposed to be a temporary situation until I found a more permanent abode.

Things went pretty well at first. Popi was very nice at first and I found her a pleasant woman to talk to. She even offered to let me use her phone (and I doubt it was really her phone) and to share some of the food she had in the refrigerator, which wasn’t much, but I thought it was a nice gesture.

After the first week, things starting taking a turn for the worse for some reason and she was very cold. When I’d come home from work, she’s snarl and wouldn’t even say hi. One time she even accused me of taking some of her bread (bread which she offered me when I moved in) even though I didn’t take any. She also made suggestions of moving out of the apartment as soon as I could and implied that my landlord (an old Greek lady named Mrs. G.) wanted me out because I was “making noise” That accusation was bullocks because I’d usually fall asleep when I get home!

It started going really out of control when I noticed that she hid the phone in her room, which she locked. If anyone called for me, I wouldn’t have been able to answer (and it happened several times). Things really started going weird when one day I noticed that there was no more toilet paper , which was strange because I recall there being at least five rolls in my room the previous night. That probably meant that she snooped in my room and took the remaining rolls. Why she would do that is beyond me, but needless to say, I couldn’t drop a deuce for two days (and I refuse to do that in a public washroom). I finally bought some for myself and hid the rolls from her after I was done.

These and other weird happenings continued for the next month or so. Sometimes she would be confrontational, but other times quite pleasant. Too inconsistent for my tastes I finally had enough when I discovered a used maxi-pad in the bathtub before taking a shower…brrrrr! I decided to hold off on the shower right then.

I found a place of my own shortly after, relieved to be out of there. I really miss that neighborhood and sometimes I wish I had a roommate as it gets quite lonely when you have a place of your own…but then, I think of the discoveries I made and realize how lucky I have it...now, if only I could find a better apartment with a better landlord!

Topic: RE: Psycho/Deadbeat Roommates: Share Your Stories
Username: B747-437B
Posted 2003-01-23 21:14:28 and read 2861 times.

My sophomore year of college, I had a Korean exchange student roommate for the first quarter, who then moved out during Christmas break. The space remained empty for the Winter quarter, but when Spring came around I got saddled with the "roommate from hell".

This guy was named Jim and was a US Marine vet who had seen combat in the Gulf War. That was probably a big cause of his psycho behavior over the next 10 weeks, but it was still very disconcerting.

Jim lived his entire life in 3 sets of clothes that he washed every second day by hand in the bathroom sink. They were then hung up on a clothesline right at the entrance to our room so that they would hit anyone entering in the face. When I asked him to relocate the clothesline, he refused saying that they would not dry fast enough in any other location. Ok, no biggie.

Jim had very strange eating habits. He would eat a packet of Ramen noodles every day for lunch, and would eat 4 raw eggs every day for dinner. No exceptions. The eggs would be poured into a large coffee mug, a drop of Tabasco added and then he would drink them down. Quite disgusting.

The final straw for me was when he woke me up at 4am one morning demanding to know what I had done with his "duck". He claimed that he was hiding a pet duck under his bed and that it had gone "AWOL", presumably with my assistance. I told him that I would go out and look for it, went straight to a friend's place and assumed possesion of his couch for the rest of the night.

Thankfully, this was only a 10 week quarter and we were already 7 weeks into it with finals coming up, so I was able to bum couches off friends pretty much 75% of the time for the remaining few days. At the end of the quarter, we parted ways and I swore to myself that I would never ever agree to a double room again.

Topic: RE: Psycho/Deadbeat Roommates: Share Your Stories
Username: Superfly
Posted 2003-01-23 21:19:49 and read 2854 times.

I had to kick out a roommate because he was an alcohalic. He would get drunk, smoke cigarettes and blast U2 or new country music. Now I hate both.

Topic: RE: Psycho/Deadbeat Roommates: Share Your Stories
Username: Jcs17
Posted 2003-01-23 23:23:15 and read 2826 times.

Sean, where did you go to school?

I lived off campus in an apartment last semester, but decided to move into a dorm this semester. Actually the dorms are really nice, nicer than the p.o.s. apartment I rented. We have a living room with three separate bedrooms, with one person in each room, and a bathroom w/ shower.

Both of the guys I live with are really nice guys but some odd things have been said/go on, and fun to hang out with
-Roommate 1 claims to be straight, and yet I have seen this same guy leave his room at 3AM three times looking quite disheveled... (not that I care if he is gay or anything)
-Roommate 1 also has a girlfriend (that goes to another college), they have sex in the shower...I am deathly afraid of stepping bodily fluids.
-Roommate 2 claims that he has never choked the chicken (is that humanly possible?)
-Roommate 2 is afraid of drinking, smoking, and everything...

Topic: RE: Psycho/Deadbeat Roommates: Share Your Stories
Username: 174thfwff
Posted 2003-01-23 23:33:10 and read 2831 times.

Jcs17,

Order Roommate 2 a stripper.

-174thfwff

Topic: RE: Psycho/Deadbeat Roommates: Share Your Stories
Username: Yvr764
Posted 2003-01-24 01:06:19 and read 2793 times.

In Phoenix I lived for a few tempestuous months with John and Dianne. Little did I know the melodrama of which I was soon to be witness.

It started in small ways. I would be in my bedroom watching television or reading a book when angry yells would come from the living room. They would escalate in pitch until murder threats would echo off the walls, at which point I would quietly open the window and go to the car for a drive.

You see, John was an over the top flamboyant cured gay man who had relapsed. Dianne happened to be his 300 pound ex-fiance. John decided that God's plan for him in life was NOT performing as Madonna at a local gay dive. He joined a church single's group and was miraculously cured. He met Dianne and they became engaged. A few weeks before the wedding with her parents over for a planning session, John drops the bombshell that he is gay again.

Dianne remained true in her feelings to John, and the only way she could seem to cope was by frequenting gay haunts with him. My life at home was listening to one eternal complaint about how she could never find men interested in her. Not strange considering she only frequented establishments designed for the sole purpose of same sex interactions. Once or twice while at a gay bar she managed to hook up with a man and had some sordid shenanigans at a local hotel with hot tubs.

John and Dianne had a bizarre fascination with pain. Every few weeks I would be shown some new pierced body part ranging from a new ear piercing to a bar pushed through a pendulous breast. (John's nipple piercing was shortlived as some buddy apparently came up to him at a bar a few days after he got it and greeted him by twisting at his nipple.....the subsequent pain and infection necessitated the removal of the device).

After these club nights, one of two things would happen. In one scenario John would bring a suitor home and they would disappear into the bedroom for the night. Inevitably, within a day or two I would come home from work to find Dianne collecting pills to end her life. In short order I begin to approach the house with a looming anxiety. In the second scenario, neither one would get lucky and they would come home and watch gay porn for a little while and then I would hear arguments about who got to have the 9 inch rubber dildo for the night. My days there were numbered.

John was an insulin dependent diabet, but disregarded taking his medication faithfully and watching his eating restrictions. I don't know if blood sugar goes too high or too low when a diabetic gets into a crisis situation, but his would build up or deplete over a period of a few days. The end result was that he became very irritable and impossible to please. Life was not easy. Nothing could be done right.

The final straw came a few days after I quit one job and started another. I didn't mention it to John or Dianne and during a diabetic episode it came to his attention that I had changed jobs. For some reason, this hit him the wrong way and I bore the full brunt of a vicious verbal screaming session. I packed my bags and made other arrangements.

Why did I put up with it for as long as I did? Simple. When one is a student, $150 a month for rent and meals (John was a chef) is a big incentive to put up with a bit.

Topic: RE: Psycho/Deadbeat Roommates: Share Your Stories
Username: Ual747
Posted 2003-01-24 01:21:38 and read 2792 times.

Jcs17,

Where do you go to school? I go to SMU.

Anyway,

My current roommate and I had somewhat of a falling out about 8 months ago.

First of all, my roommate is gay. However, he won't term himself as that, and he completely denies it to anyone who asks. He even denies it to me. However; he has a boyfriend, and only looks at gay porn and talks to gay guys on the internet. (I'm sorry, but anyone that has a screenname with either "boy" and especially "boi" , is most undoubtedly gay. He claims he just likes getting off and is attracted to girls as well. However, he has never been on a date with a girl since I've known him, and has had two boyfriends.

Anyway, to my story. You all know I'm gay, I admit it. My roommate knows as well. Well, there was this guy I was interested in. I've never had a boyfriend and I really wanted to find one. So I met this guy at a formal. We ditched out dates and went racing in our cars. He had the same car I did. Anyway, one thing led to another and we made out. However; it was his first experience with a guy, and I thought he was kind of freaked out. I told my roommate about him when I got home. How he was cute and everything, and that I wanted to see where it could go.

The next week, I asked the guy if he wanted to go get drinks with me and my roommate. (My roommate had asked to go). So I took this guy out along with my roommate. I wanted the guy to feel comfortable around me and not think I'm weird for coming on to him. Everything went fine that night, and I thought that the guy felt more comfortable around me.

The next day, my roommate asked me for his screenname. I wanted to know why, and he said, "He just seems like someone that would be fun to hang around." I told him I didn't want to give it to him. I guess I wanted him to be my friend first or something, and I liked him, so I didnt want my roommate to talk to him. My roommate said, "Don't worry, I'm not going to screw you over." I said fine, and I gave it to him, though I was not very happy about it.

I went home over the weekend, and came back on Monday, and invited the guy out that week, without the roommate. At the bar, he told me that he wasn't really interested in guys, and it was okay if I was, but it just wasn't him. Everything was cool, and he asked if he could crash at my place since he had had a lot to drink. So I let him stay up in the loft. I was downstairs on the computer, probably on A.net, and I start hearing people walk around upstairs. I went upstairs to check, and all the doors were closed. I looked in the loft and he wasnt there. Then I opened the door to my roommate's room, and they were in bed together. They had gotten together over the weekend when I wasn't there, and now they were getting together while I was sitting downstairs like a dumbass.

Needless to say, I got mad. In fact, it was the only time I threatened to hit someone. I dunno why it pissed me off so much, but I guess it's because I wanted to have someone. My roommate already had a boyfriend.

Well, to this day, they are still dating. I own everything in the apt except what is in my roommates room, and some silverware in the kitchen. The boyfriend comes over all the time, and they cuddle on my damn couch, watch MY tv, eat of MY dishes, etc. etc.

What really sucks, is that my roommates room is right above mine. I hear them when they have sex. There's always that distinct squeek of the bed frame. And they always take a shower right afterward. Pisses me off.

I honestly don't like the guy anymore, but Im still pissed at my roommate.

Of course, my roommate still has cheated on him, and he got caught, they broke up, a lot of drama, then got back together, the broke up, and are now back together.

Living with a closet queen and his boyfriend means a lot of shit goes down. I don't recommend it.

UAL747

Topic: RE: Psycho/Deadbeat Roommates: Share Your Stories
Username: Ual747
Posted 2003-01-24 01:23:43 and read 2782 times.

Jcs17,

Where do you go to school? I go to SMU.

Anyway,

My current roommate and I had somewhat of a falling out about 8 months ago.

First of all, my roommate is gay. However, he won't term himself as that, and he completely denies it to anyone who asks. He even denies it to me. However; he has a boyfriend, and only looks at gay porn and talks to gay guys on the internet. (I'm sorry, but anyone that has a screenname with either "boy" and especially "boi" , is most undoubtedly gay. He claims he just likes getting off and is attracted to girls as well. However, he has never been on a date with a girl since I've known him, and has had two boyfriends.

Anyway, to my story. You all know I'm gay, I admit it. My roommate knows as well. Well, there was this guy I was interested in. I've never had a boyfriend and I really wanted to find one. So I met this guy at a formal. We ditched out dates and went racing in our cars. He had the same car I did. Anyway, one thing led to another and we made out. However; it was his first experience with a guy, and I thought he was kind of freaked out. I told my roommate about him when I got home. How he was cute and everything, and that I wanted to see where it could go.

The next week, I asked the guy if he wanted to go get drinks with me and my roommate. (My roommate had asked to go). So I took this guy out along with my roommate. I wanted the guy to feel comfortable around me and not think I'm weird for coming on to him. Everything went fine that night, and I thought that the guy felt more comfortable around me.

The next day, my roommate asked me for his screenname. I wanted to know why, and he said, "He just seems like someone that would be fun to hang around." I told him I didn't want to give it to him. I guess I wanted him to be my friend first or something, and I liked him, so I didnt want my roommate to talk to him. My roommate said, "Don't worry, I'm not going to screw you over." I said fine, and I gave it to him, though I was not very happy about it.

I went home over the weekend, and came back on Monday, and invited the guy out that week, without the roommate. At the bar, he told me that he wasn't really interested in guys, and it was okay if I was, but it just wasn't him. Everything was cool, and he asked if he could crash at my place since he had had a lot to drink. So I let him stay up in the loft. I was downstairs on the computer, probably on A.net, and I start hearing people walk around upstairs. I went upstairs to check, and all the doors were closed. I looked in the loft and he wasnt there. Then I opened the door to my roommate's room, and they were in bed together. They had gotten together over the weekend when I wasn't there, and now they were getting together while I was sitting downstairs like a dumbass.

Needless to say, I got mad. In fact, it was the only time I threatened to hit someone. I dunno why it pissed me off so much, but I guess it's because I wanted to have someone. My roommate already had a boyfriend.

Well, to this day, they are still dating. I own everything in the apt except what is in my roommates room, and some silverware in the kitchen. The boyfriend comes over all the time, and they cuddle on my damn couch, watch MY tv, eat of MY dishes, etc. etc.

What really sucks, is that my roommates room is right above mine. I hear them when they have sex. There's always that distinct squeek of the bed frame. And they always take a shower right afterward. Pisses me off.

I honestly don't like the guy anymore, but Im still pissed at my roommate.

Of course, my roommate still has cheated on him, and he got caught, they broke up, a lot of drama, then got back together, the broke up, and are now back together.

Living with a closet queen and his boyfriend means a lot of shit goes down. I don't recommend it.

UAL747

Topic: RE: Psycho/Deadbeat Roommates: Share Your Stories
Username: Mx5_boy
Posted 2003-01-24 02:12:50 and read 2772 times.

Guys,

When I first left home and moved out by myself I was 19 and shared with former school friend called Sarah Lee who had just moved to Sydney. At first things seemed O.K. even if she seemed a little clingy, which I put down too not having too many friends here in Sydney at first. Anyhow a couple of months roll by and she has her own set of friends (a recently married young couple with a toddler) who offered to hold a birthday party for her at their house. Meanwhile there was this huge build up to this party, lingerie was bought (I didn't get it at the time), her hair was done and special clothes for this birthday party. I showed little interest.

Anyhow the big day came and we were picked up by Sarah's new friends husbands in a company limo and driven to their house. When we got there it was just the four of us and I thought it kind of weird to go to so much trouble. Sarah was drinking lot's and lot's of wine whilst we were having dinner and started kind of swooning, very pissed and eventually had to be taken to the spare room and put to bed. What transpired next was one of my first same sex encounters - but was completely weird - Sarah's friends betrayed her and relished telling me all about Sarah's absolute obsession of me since we were in high school and tonight was going to be the night that I was finally going to *do it to her*. I was completely stunned, but probably pretty pissed myself, the conversation got pretty raunchy and we all ended up in bed together. Hours later, still playing Sara Lee gets up and stumbles around looking for us or the loo or whatever and walks into the master bedroom and catches me and the husband engaged in something whilst the wife watched.

Sarah Lee sobered up pretty fast and got out of there. She never spoke to her new friends again, didn't speak to me for days and all of a sudden became very bitchy, mean and put on a stack of weight. Her days were filled with getting home from work, grabbing a 4 litre cask of wine out of the fridge, grabbing an ashtray and chain smoking Holiday brand pkt 50 ciggies, skolling wine and watching the T.V. She put on so much weight in a few months and from constantly thumping on the lounge she busted the springs in it. No problemo for her, she just blew up the wine cask bladders and used them as springs for the lounge. My friends nick named her "Scary Lee" as she was so vile to them whenever they would come over and the hideous state she was always in, track dacks, fluro top that was too tight, bleached hair and coke bottle glasses.

She lived off junk food and never went to the supermarket. When she discovered I was gay she hit the roof and told me *no poofters* in the house. By that stage I had already me my future husband of 10 years and he wanted me to move away from what he called "that horror". Whenever he would come over she would warn him "we leave the toilet seat down in this house". When I finally told her I was moving in with Steven she flipped, quit her job (which was a good one), sent for her mother and went back home to Queensland.

mb

Topic: RE: Psycho/Deadbeat Roommates: Share Your Stories
Username: Jcs17
Posted 2003-01-24 02:25:42 and read 2767 times.

Ual747, I go to the fine institution that is the University of Texas-Arlington  Big grin . (long story...was going to St. Louis U., but changed my mind last minute). Thats awesome that you go to SMU, my parents house is about 3 blocks away (at the end of Fondren).

Topic: RE: Psycho/Deadbeat Roommates: Share Your Stories
Username: Bernard Shakey
Posted 2003-01-24 03:46:53 and read 2753 times.

I have three sons. That has to count for something on this thread.

Topic: RE: Psycho/Deadbeat Roommates: Share Your Stories
Username: Alessandro
Posted 2003-01-24 16:52:29 and read 2716 times.

I shared cube (small house) on a Moshav in Israel and one afternoon I saw this
nutter from Manchester called David clean the toilet with the cloth that we
cleaned our dishes with! I bought a new cloth and some
plastic plates, forks and knives that I kept in my room and claimed that I was
too lazy to do the dishes.

Topic: RE: Psycho/Deadbeat Roommates: Share Your Stories
Username: Ilyushin96M
Posted 2003-01-24 18:26:54 and read 2711 times.

I'll share about a recent happening involving a friend of mine.

Back in October, my friend told me he was planning on moving in with another guy, who needed a roommate. For the sake of identity, I won't name them. Suffice it to say, I know the guy my friend was planning on moving in with, and I know his history, so I warned him not to move in; several other people did the same, as the guy is well-known to be a freak and has gone through several roommates in the past few years, just can't seem to keep one around. Anyone wonder why? Well, my friend didn't wonder enough. Despite everyone's sound advice, he decided to move in. He'd agreed to pay rent for the entire month of October, never mind that it was mid-October before he was finally able to physically relocate. I helped him move his things. I didn't really want to have any interaction with the other guy, because he's weird and I don't care for him - he prattles on and on about stupid things, invites himself into conversations that don't concern him, and generally exhibits a lack of intelligence I find tedious.

Anyway, after moving day, things seemed to settle into a somewhat normal routine, but I was holding my breath. Sure enough, about two weeks later, things started getting weird. My friend was accused of taking things that had been misplaced; then, when the items were found, nothing more was said. The roommate was also nosing around in my friend's business all the time, asking him who he was going out with, where he was going, etc. My friend didn't feel the need to share these details as the two of them weren't friends, just roommates.

The roommate is a VERY promiscuous gay man, so the apartment basically had a revolving door. There was hardly a weekend when there wasn't some new guy over there, sometimes more than one in a weekend. The roommate also turned the volume way up on his TV and stereo late at night, when my friend was trying to sleep.

The worst thing that happened was a physical confrontation between them. To hear it told, the landlord was going to raise the rent for their apartment by $150 per month. This was presented in written form to my friend, but unsigned and without a date, plus many grammatical errors. This was late December, and my friend was told they had two weeks to figure out what they were going to do, as far as staying or going. The roommate wanted to move out, to his aunt's apartment next door, but my friend didn't have any other options at that time. When my friend told me about the letter, I told him it sounded like a fake, and advised him to call the landlord to check on it. He never did, but he did question the authenticity of it, whereupon the roommate threw a fit and started yelling, even taking a swing at my friend. Although my friend is not a physically-confrontational type of person, this was going too far; he is a red-belt in karate, and ended up pinning the guy's arm and fracturing his wrist.

On New Year's Eve, a note appeared on my friend's bedroom door, demanding his share of the rent for January in cash, no check or money order acceptable, IMMEDIATELY. Rather than telling the guy to piss off, my friend spent most of that afternoon and evening running around town, chasing down the money needed to appease the roommate. This surprised me, given their earlier confrontation during which my friend showed he could, indeed, stand up for himself when necessary.

So, January 17th - the roommate had mostly moved out. Myy friend was still living in the apartment, as he had paid rent and bills through the end of the month, so he didn't legally have to be out until the 31st. Early that morning, the roommate went over to the apartment from his aunt's place next door, where he is now living, and turned off the circuit breaker for the heating system. My friend woke up to a freezing apartment, went downstairs and discovered what had been done. He turned the heat back on, and when the roommate showed up later, my friend told him if he touched the heating system controls again, he'd break his arm. I still don't know what exactly happened after that - threats were made, outside parties got involved. By that evening, my friend was no longer living there.

Now, the roommate is spreading lies all around town about my friend, saying he stole money and things from him, owes him money, and is a raging alcoholic. My friend is more than a little upset about all of this, but there's really nothing he can do to make the guy quit his public slander. Plus, the roommate has a reputation as a liar and is only living up to it.

My friend has decided to file a small claims court case against the roommate for all of the rent he has paid since October. If he'd had any idea what sort of situation was going to arise from his moving in, he wouldn't have made the move at all. I've heard of many, many cases where roommates file small claims cases against each other in situations like this. It's amazing, the lack of integrity some people have around paying their rent and bills, or taking advantage of people who are somewhat gullible. I hope my friend is able to win the case and get the money; it's been a hard lesson for him, but one he needed to learn, both in standing up for himself, and in listening to sound advice from friends.

Topic: RE: Psycho/Deadbeat Roommates: Share Your Stories
Username: Matt D
Posted 2003-01-24 18:52:16 and read 2712 times.

shared with former school friend called Sara Lee





Indeed.

Topic: RE: Psycho/Deadbeat Roommates: Share Your Stories
Username: KAL_LM
Posted 2003-01-25 06:23:42 and read 2688 times.

I've managed to blot out any of the really strange stuff I encountered with roommates (it wasn't that bad...in fact, it was the visitors that were muc, much, much worse...).

One roomate takes the case as most of the others don;t really count for emntion. Although it really isn't a psycho story, just merely funny, but he caused me to not stay in our room all that much.

This guy was a hick basebal player from Montana. To top it off, he was a HUGE Kiss fan. Now, I like Kiss, they're pretty cool, but this guy was obsessed. He had every album ever done by anything of them, he even had this really horrible movie starring them. As a basebal player, he spent most of his time drunk (it was a common saying at our college that our drinking team had a baseball problem...). About mid-way thru the 1st quarter he and the other rommates went out to get tatoos. That's great, I thought. He came back with a multi-colored KISS tattoo, about 3 in. high on his chest. It just made me laugh. The best episode was when I came home one night and heard the most god-awful sound ever. I peeked my head into the next room. There he was, very very drunk, lolling half on his bed, half on the floor, singing into his guitar amp (oh yeah, he thought he was Slash, but couldn't play for sh*t), "Mother" by Danzig. It sounded like a dying cow, or a very drunk Glenn Danzig... I was pretty happy when he moved out (later I heard he dropped out and moved back to a trailer in Montana).

Like I said, not psycho, just funny!

reagrds,
Tom

Topic: RE: Psycho/Deadbeat Roommates: Share Your Stories
Username: Mx5_boy
Posted 2003-01-26 09:55:54 and read 2660 times.

MattyD,

LOL I changed the name to protect the freak.

Cheers,

mb


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