I’ve not been so good about writing lately, but a shit-ton of worthy-of-writing-about life has happened since the last installment. I’ll do my best to catch y’all up.
The Roommate Situation
As I predicted, Beavis came to me 24 hours before he was supposed to leave, sobbing that he had no place to go. His roommate situation, which was all an act, had fallen through and I was his only hope of saving him from an untimely horrible death on the street.
I told him that he could stay with me under a few conditions. 1) No dog (which was in the original agreement when he moved in. 2) He had to move his stuff out and use the bed I was having delivered the day after his supposed departure. 3) He had to pay the rental fee of $175 per day. 4) He only could do this for a maximum of two weeks.
He told me to fuck off.
Then he told the landlord that I was dealing drugs out of the house.
Then he told the police about the alleged illegal activities.
Then he sent me a text message that said, “Ha Ha, enjoy jail, bitch.”
All of this coming from the stupid sack of shit that got his ass fired because he left a bag of dope in a container of pastries he was delivering to Peet’s coffee. Yeah, the guy without a job and a felony record calling the cops on me. Funny. The cops never came.
The bitch crossed the line. You don’t narc on people. Especially when what you’re narcing about isn’t true. As far as I’m concerned he’s dead.
He has sent a few of his friends over here to see what’s going on, as well. The other day someone came to the down and claimed to be one of Beavis’ friends. He had left a blanket here the day that Brian had moved out. Who the fuck is he, Linus? Who brings a special blue blanket with them when they come to help their loser friend move except a whiny baby piece of shit? I mean really Beavis, no one ever thought you were smart but this is downright comical.
Enough about him. He’s gone, thank god.