well i'm trying to decide who was worst out of 2 people i once shared with...the first guy, lets call him chris because that't his name, was a complete loser who could never find money for food, bills or rent, but somehow managed to find plenty to feed his speed addiction. basically from friday afternoon to sunday night he would hoover the stuff up his nose and talk at me, non-stop with little streamers of white foam dangling from the corners of his mouth, for hours and hours on end - even when i had ignored him to the point of going to sleep. his favourite passtime was picking up girls in clubs and getting them to sodomize him with a 10 inch dildo all weekend. he was doing this once when he knocked the phone off the hook in his room and i was speaking to my boss on the the other extention. imagine trying to explain what the noise was to my very confused boss on the other end. he would also invite random drug-fucked people fron nightclubs back to our house, so i would be kept awake all night by people on everything from ketamine to crack wandering around the house and playing loud music.
flatmate number 2, however, made this guy seem like a dream flatemate. his name was jo, he was a 40 year old ex-mercenary from africa and he was a deranged alcoholic psychopath! he worked 16 hour shifts every day in a slaughterhouse, butchering animal carcasses (in his defence there was always a good supply of meat in the fridge), and spent the remaining hours of the day between shifts getting hard drunk. when i got up for work in the morninghe was usually on about his 8th can of special brew (he only slept about 2 hours a night)- and once confesed to me that he drank aftershave when he had ran out of alcohol. he would regularly come home from clubs at 3 in the morning, burst into my room where i was chilling with friends getting stoned, and regail us with stories about the best way to kill someone with a bayonet, or how him and his mercenary friends had cut the soles off someones feet to torture a confession out of them (this guy could only communicate by shouting and would often get that glazed-over, having a flashback look in his eyes). this would often be acompanied by one of my poor stoned mates being manhandled into a physical demonstration of the atrocity! he would also regularly turn up covered in blood explaining that someone had looked at him funny and he had stabbed them. he only ever slept with prostitutes, and would treat anyone female that came near the house as such (my friends, sister, mother etc), offering them money to sleep with him.
i moved out of that house a nervous wreck and fearing for my life / sanity!
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flatmate number 2, however, made this guy seem like a dream flatemate. his name was jo, he was a 40 year old ex-mercenary from africa and he was a deranged alcoholic psychopath! he worked 16 hour shifts every day in a slaughterhouse, butchering animal carcasses (in his defence there was always a good supply of meat in the fridge), and spent the remaining hours of the day between shifts getting hard drunk. when i got up for work in the morninghe was usually on about his 8th can of special brew (he only slept about 2 hours a night)- and once confesed to me that he drank aftershave when he had ran out of alcohol. he would regularly come home from clubs at 3 in the morning, burst into my room where i was chilling with friends getting stoned, and regail us with stories about the best way to kill someone with a bayonet, or how him and his mercenary friends had cut the soles off someones feet to torture a confession out of them (this guy could only communicate by shouting and would often get that glazed-over, having a flashback look in his eyes). this would often be acompanied by one of my poor stoned mates being manhandled into a physical demonstration of the atrocity! he would also regularly turn up covered in blood explaining that someone had looked at him funny and he had stabbed them. he only ever slept with prostitutes, and would treat anyone female that came near the house as such (my friends, sister, mother etc), offering them money to sleep with him.
i moved out of that house a nervous wreck and fearing for my life / sanity!