JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESUS! What a hellish last couple of weeks its been.......it all started when the big Chewbacca i had for a roomate decided that he was going to find greener pastures, due to the fact that he felt that his 35-yr-old, manic/depressive, on & off again "pussy post" of a girlfriend felt that I was getting in the way of their intamacy. Sure, buddy..........no hard feelings, I'm sure you two will make plenty of them in your future endeavours. So after I hear this heart-on-your-sleeve bullshit, at 6AM the next morning my buddy Jeremiah shows up at my door, bawling his fuckin eyes out, which let me assure you kiddies, was the first time I'd seen the guy do this in the 7 yrs I had know hiim; Needless to say I knew some heavy shit showed up on my doorstep. To save you the doldrum of reading what its like to live with a tweaker, going through the life of the eternal night party, latent vampirism galore, I'll just say this: DON'T EVER FUCKING DO IT!!!!!!!!! Evidently their roomate got ultra-violent with them and their dog, ending up in the dog's demise(Poor guy had this pup for 11 years). They had been going through some tough times aside from their living situation, and this was the last straw. After hearing the story I gladly let them stay with me so they could get back on their feet, besides given my dealings at the time I needed roomates.
So, they stayed with me for about two weeks an ol' Chewie was moving out; Life was good. Random phone call after a bad day at work: "Yah, Josh? This is the Clarkes, we have some issues that we need to talk to you about, give us a ring......", all non-chalantly...........no worries right? So I give them a call, oblivious to what was lurking ahead.
"Yah Josh..........its come to my attention you have two MEXICANS living with you, bringing the total people living in that unit to 3 besides you, putting you in breach of the lease." Mrs. Clarke said, almost sizing me up with her words. Considering she emphasized "mexicans" I already knew I was fucked.
"Ummmm yah, they're just staying temporarily Pat...........I'm just trying to help some friends out, besides Thuma's moving out this week............"
And before I could even finish my sentence, she screamed: "I want you FAWKIN' OUT!"
Stupid bitch, one of those holier-than-thou Chirstian hens, who go to worship just to cluck-cluck in the WASP social circle. Evidently she dosen't practice what she preaches, or she would've thought my actions were noble. Whatever, it dosen't matter, I'm all moved into my new place...............but I had to leave my dog "Spartacus" behind. You know, I don't resent her actions nor question mine, but when I have to leave behind my best friend and sparring partner In a holding cell for someone else to come by and possibly make him mean (he's a pit bull) its fucked up. I mean, I could piss off everyone I know including my mother and that dog would still be happy to see me, and I'm sure all you dog owners out there know what I'm sayin
I guess me and J will have to pour out some rye for our departed comrades tonight...........Laters
So, they stayed with me for about two weeks an ol' Chewie was moving out; Life was good. Random phone call after a bad day at work: "Yah, Josh? This is the Clarkes, we have some issues that we need to talk to you about, give us a ring......", all non-chalantly...........no worries right? So I give them a call, oblivious to what was lurking ahead.
"Yah Josh..........its come to my attention you have two MEXICANS living with you, bringing the total people living in that unit to 3 besides you, putting you in breach of the lease." Mrs. Clarke said, almost sizing me up with her words. Considering she emphasized "mexicans" I already knew I was fucked.
"Ummmm yah, they're just staying temporarily Pat...........I'm just trying to help some friends out, besides Thuma's moving out this week............"
And before I could even finish my sentence, she screamed: "I want you FAWKIN' OUT!"
Stupid bitch, one of those holier-than-thou Chirstian hens, who go to worship just to cluck-cluck in the WASP social circle. Evidently she dosen't practice what she preaches, or she would've thought my actions were noble. Whatever, it dosen't matter, I'm all moved into my new place...............but I had to leave my dog "Spartacus" behind. You know, I don't resent her actions nor question mine, but when I have to leave behind my best friend and sparring partner In a holding cell for someone else to come by and possibly make him mean (he's a pit bull) its fucked up. I mean, I could piss off everyone I know including my mother and that dog would still be happy to see me, and I'm sure all you dog owners out there know what I'm sayin
I guess me and J will have to pour out some rye for our departed comrades tonight...........Laters