My old flatmate Danny...
Way back in the mists of time, I was living in a temporary house while I was between jobs. Nobody in the house knew each other, but four out of the five of us got along all right, and generally bore up in the spirit of the blitz.

And then there was Danny.

In a simpler age, the young Danny would have been left on an exposed crag to perish. Sadly, such practices have fallen out of custom, and it was up to the rest of us to try to get along with him.

Danny had been spoiled rotten as a child and then, when his parents had realised what a shitty job they'd done, cut-off and kicked out to fend for himself.
His reaction to even the smallest inconvenience was to go apocalyptically mental, toddler-style. For example, when he was told to pay all that inconvenient rent he owed the landlord, he took a pair of knives from the kitchen and started running up and down the stairs with them, threatening people.

When the TV didn't get the channel he was after, he shouted swore, covered the living room in kebab and threatened physical violence to the next person he saw (Me).

When he was asked to contribute to the power bill, he actually threatened suicide, and after several months of living with him I'd have been glad to help.
"No, you see Danny, you're not really getting in deep enough with that razor blade. Why, it's almost as though you're an Emo cunt who just wants the scars for show! Silly, silly. You see, what your really need to do is FUCKING JAM IT INTO THE ARTERY LIKE THIS!"

To be fair to him though, I've never been so motivated in a job search.
"Got to get a job and get out of here or I'm actually going to murder him. Got to get a job and get out of here or I'm actually going to murder him. Got to get a job and get out of here or, God help me, I'm actually going to murder him."
It took me three weeks, applying for five or six a day.
(universalpsykopath loves what you've done with your hair., Wed 7 Mar 2012, 11:29, 1 reply)

Sounds like someone who badly needed a 'code red' on a regular basis

(Captain Placid 24/7 ball gags, brownie mix and clown porn, Wed 7 Mar 2012, 12:02, closed)