After half a year, my first flatmate flunked his exams and dropped out ..
.. so the other room was vacant for a few months. Then one day my landlord found a new flatmate.

He had a wobbly handshake. Spent most of his time in his 8 m2 room which was furnished with a mattress and nothing else. Only emerged to boil eggs. I firmly believe that he lived on a diet of hard boiled eggs since he had no other food in the fridge. It became more and more apparent that he was or had been a drug addict. We avoided each other and I only spoke briefly to him less than five times over five months. Most memorable was his hungry stare at my stereo when he inquired about my holiday plans. By that time I had come to the point that I was plotting to kick his face in if he as much as tried to nick any possession of mine. Eventually my landlord agreed to let him go. One blissful day the mattress was gone and I never saw him again.
(spinoza, Mon 9 Apr 2007, 20:01, Reply)