Weird Housemates Part 3
A few years ago I lived in Buenos Aires for 6 months in a study abroad program run house. I was the only non-American there. Pretty rapidly I struck up a relationship with a girl from New York and, because I was good friends with the girl running the house, managed to engineer it so that we had a room to ourselves. Hence a lot of sexy tiem.

Then T moved in. A whip-thin ash blond pustule from New York, he believed that he was the most street wise human being who had ever been shat out onto this planet. A copious drug taking, arrogant, graffiting, moronic crapball he made no effort whatsoever to learn any Spanish and insisted on talking loudly in English to everyone he met, on the grounds that he was from New York and that made him streetwise and so they'd know it.

One night my lady friend and I were getting close, very close indeed, when the door flew open. There stood T, smacked off his face on something, graffiti can paint smeared over his clothes and hands. We politely asked him to leave as were in mid-job, but instead he ambled over, smacked me heavily on the arse and wished me a good fuck. Then he ambled out and smeared dog shit all over the bedsheets of the gay guy he hated.

Two days later he was thrown out for threatening the gay guy with a knife. Last time I saw him was a week before he was deported from Argentina for throwing a brick through a police car window.
(Zapiola zip-zap-zop, Thu 26 Feb 2009, 20:58, Reply)