Sorry about long post, but...I have to get this one off my chest, even after all these years.
My mates and I were renting a house together, post graduation, but someone dropped out. We were faced with sharing the extra cost of the empty room or getting someone else in, and cash was tight. When this bloke turned up at the door my mate said 'no way, just look at him' but I said '1 - don't be so judgemental and 2 - think of the money situation', so we ended up sharing with him.
The blokes room stank cos he never washed his feet/socks, and he used to pick black bits out from between his toes and flick them out the window which was behind the sofa. Especially when anyone came to visit. His girlfriend was an alcoholic and they had the occasional punch up in the wee small hours. His membership of the university was revoked for throwing a bottle into the crowd at an open air gig; it smashed on someone's head. When our female housemate used the toilet while we were in the room below, he would call the room to hush so that he could hear the tinkling. This is rather the tip of the iceberg, I'm afraid; the list goes on and on.
The icing on the cake was when he was watching a film, blind pissed. During a scene where someone got shot in the head, he starting getting a bit frantic about how such films belittle the mental trauma resulting from having killed someone. In response to 'how would you know?', he told us the tale of his days in the drugs trade when he'd been asked to go along on a big deal. Apparently it was customary to have a mob waiting in the wings in case things got out of hand, and they'd all been given guns because they knew other mob had them. Things did get out of hand and some people ended up getting killed, one of them by him, hence the mental trauma.
To this day I'm in two minds about the veracity of the tale - he may have been messed with our heads, but if you knew the bloke you wouldn't be sure.
Sorry about the length, please be gentle.
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My mates and I were renting a house together, post graduation, but someone dropped out. We were faced with sharing the extra cost of the empty room or getting someone else in, and cash was tight. When this bloke turned up at the door my mate said 'no way, just look at him' but I said '1 - don't be so judgemental and 2 - think of the money situation', so we ended up sharing with him.
The blokes room stank cos he never washed his feet/socks, and he used to pick black bits out from between his toes and flick them out the window which was behind the sofa. Especially when anyone came to visit. His girlfriend was an alcoholic and they had the occasional punch up in the wee small hours. His membership of the university was revoked for throwing a bottle into the crowd at an open air gig; it smashed on someone's head. When our female housemate used the toilet while we were in the room below, he would call the room to hush so that he could hear the tinkling. This is rather the tip of the iceberg, I'm afraid; the list goes on and on.
The icing on the cake was when he was watching a film, blind pissed. During a scene where someone got shot in the head, he starting getting a bit frantic about how such films belittle the mental trauma resulting from having killed someone. In response to 'how would you know?', he told us the tale of his days in the drugs trade when he'd been asked to go along on a big deal. Apparently it was customary to have a mob waiting in the wings in case things got out of hand, and they'd all been given guns because they knew other mob had them. Things did get out of hand and some people ended up getting killed, one of them by him, hence the mental trauma.
To this day I'm in two minds about the veracity of the tale - he may have been messed with our heads, but if you knew the bloke you wouldn't be sure.
Sorry about the length, please be gentle.