Reposted from my SB post it was too good to let it slide: He was, how shall I put this, overly While I was in the room. Asleep in the top bunk dorms. Several times a day, no subtlety, no attempt to cover the noise, or stop when he knew through loud pronuinciations that I was in the the room.
All this, aside from hanging out in a towel after a shower while the rest of us told him to put on pants, aside from never interacting with anyone else in the apartment except after the guys told him that my friend was only hanging out here because she had a crush on him funny, but false , aside from praying loudly I'm more than familiar with his religion, and that was supposed to be a silent prayer at all ungodly hours of the morning I personally have no problem with praying, it's the volume and hour with which I take issue.
All in all, he was a pain. When we finally got rid of him "we didn't even have to kill him. Primadonna of the highest order. Superior in terms of attitude art student who didn't have an orginal thought in her head. I won't say talentless hack, because when she did a portrait of me in pencil, I was beutiful and angular.
Her boyfriend talked all sorts of shit about my coolege room mate the one who was a constant , but when he was over and heard that the roomie was comming back that night, fled as quickly as he could. She cheated on him mercilessly, making out with other guys while he was in the room she rubbed his head while she did that, as he watched the movie , and eventually dumping him for a guy of the same name led to the wonderful conversation where I answered her phone, asked if I could take a message, got his name, asked him which one, he answered that he was her boyfirned, and I asked him which one , before giving up on any mildly respectable guy and started fucking vagrants, giving them the keys to our apartment, and inviting them to move in with us.
We got rid of her shortly after that, but not before her father threatened to have us all arrested and killed. It later emerged that she'd been off her Zoloft for a while. Then came the hick. He was a fine room mate, but left to move in with his frat after a summer.
He did find us a new room mate, but this was a guy whose own brother wouldnt' live with him anymore. Hell, we needed the share of rent. Muscular Neck, a monicker he'd earn later. He was so full of himself, so full of shit, and always wrong.
He got his nickname one afternoon while he was in the bathroom. I heard him rattling a bottle of aspirin. You know, there are less girly ways to kill yourself with pills notice me giving a hint MMN: Well, you could hang your self.
But that's slow and painful! What the fuck are you talking about? Oh, no, not me. My neck wouldn't snap. I'd be dangling there a while. He also thought he'd have survived that plane which crashed in November because he was "stong enough and smart enough". He also had shitty friends. Like the guy who met me and my college room mate the constant one and within ten minutes was talking about this 14 year old he'd fucked.
But this was a long time ago, right? He told us that his father owned rental proeprties, and he knew the law, and we couldn't just kick him out like that.
So we looked up the relevant laws for NYC, and saw that we could gethim out by presenting him with written notice and a rent cycle's time. We went down to the local precicnt to confirm this, and they reffered us to the NYC Housing Court's pro se attourney.
We explained our story to her him being an undertennant and all , and she told us we were right, and the number of the form which we could use to serve him. We set up a bidding war between a couple of our firneds to see who would get to serve MMN with the "get the fuck out" papers.
College roomie and I rock-paper-scisored for the right to tell him, and I won the honors. I shifted into my "quiet scary fucker" voice, and laid it all out for him. I learned something awful about myself that day: I could look at something which looke dlike a hurt puppy, and still want to kick it in the face.
He movedout shortly after that. Then we had the Linux zealot. We were out last nihgt to have a beer with him. So that's the outline of my college room mate horror story. It's fun, now that I'm not living with them.