Abuse of trust
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i'd just started at uni. i didn't knwo anyone, and was in a house full of people i had NOTHING in common with.
Through mountain bike riding (trials, to be precise) i'd met a bunch of people, including one dude i got on reallty well with. very, VERY talented rider, good for a laugh etc. we hung out a lot, went out on the pull together, generally very mate-y.
It came to pass that i was leaving uni, disillusioned, and looking to move to reading (knew some people there, new start etc etc)
This guy, we'll call him Dan, because while that's how i knew him, turns out that's NOT his name- was also looking to get out of where he lived.
we had simlar interests, music tastes etc, both bike mechanics, both looking to move, so we decided we'd try and get a 2-bed placein reading.
he crashed round at mine a few times, then told me he was having trouble- a mate had stayed on his floor in his place, and had basically turfed him out, invited a crack dealer round who was using his flat to deal, threatened him and his family with bad things if he argued (he had his own bedsit- council deal-he'd had some trouble with his 'rents and been kicked out- this should have rung alarm bells but i was naive and trusting)- he needed to get his stuff back.

Foolishly, i went round, faced up to this dude i the only way i kno0w how- passive but firm, just walked in, started bagging stuff up, answered his 'what you doin bruv' with a cheery 'just getting dan's bag for him, be out in a sec' and left with his holdall and his cd's.

so Dan stays at mine for a few days, during whcih time i lent him some cash for a train ticket for a job interview, fed him, etc.. we were supposed to be moving in to a flat in the next couple of weeks.

then i lost my bank card.

then i noticed a cheque for £100 written out to cash. i didn't even know where my chequebook WAS. and unsurprisingly couldn't find it.
same day someone withdrew ANOTHER £100 cheque for cash and £300 from a cashpoint.

by this time, i KNEW it was him. i called him, said i was coming home, asked if he'd be about- casual as you like, because i didn't want to spook him.
he said he would be back late and had left the keys with my housemate.


when i got home, half my clothes, my cd collection,and my discman were gone. so were a few of my bike tools.
i lost my shit, trashed my room (well done me!)- in hindsight, i'm grateful he wasn't there for me to confront, as i don't know what i would have done- used to be a right angry idiot i did, thankfully i have a lid on it now. once i'd calmed enough to hold a phone, i called the police. Ffwd two months, they recovered some of my clothes, splattered in paint from his job, a few scratched cd's.. the bank refused to refund a penny as i'd 'allowed him to have access to my bank details' they also refused to provide the police cctv footage of him cashing the cheques as the cctv in that branch 'doesn't work' and eventually, it took SO long to get anything done i gave up and moved on.

about nine years later, i walked in to a bike shop i'd been working in and bingo- there he was, behind the counter.
i'd often played it in my head what i'd do to him if i caught him, but i looked at him, saw what a scrawny, balding, pathetic fucking shit he was, and knowing the shop (and the manager), I knew he was on minimum wage and all the bullshit he could handle.. i just waited till i knew he'd recognised me, watched him standign there clearly shitting himself said 'hello dan. you know i used to work here? good mates with the manager. well.. i'll be seeing you around, eh? ' and walked out.
my life's fine, you know? i don't need to fuck it up to go caveman on some fucking oxygen thief and get locked up. he's gotta live every day as a worthless bag of shit, and i'm proud of myself for gaining the self-control not to do so.
(UppityDamnPrimate LET'S OPEN THIS F*CKING PIT UP, Fri 3 Aug 2012, 15:51, 7 replies)

needless to say you had the last and final laugh

( Light In Chains maker of the ikea sofa, Fri 3 Aug 2012, 15:57, closed)

goes withhout saying really
i'm fucking splendiferous, me.
(UppityDamnPrimate LET'S OPEN THIS F*CKING PIT UP, Fri 3 Aug 2012, 17:11, closed)

Can I borrow your cheque book?

( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 3 Aug 2012, 15:59, closed)

at the moment
bank goons would probably come out of the sky on ropes, and bugger you with a red hot poker if you tried to spend money out of my account..
(UppityDamnPrimate LET'S OPEN THIS F*CKING PIT UP, Fri 3 Aug 2012, 17:12, closed)

I forgot my PIN
Can I have yours?
(TheJacksonSixth, Fri 3 Aug 2012, 17:58, closed)

Click - I liked it
You extended the hand of generosity and it was bitten. You have managed to get over it and have moved on. Well done and well told.
(justin(e), Sat 4 Aug 2012, 5:08, closed)

well done on the moral high ground
You already won without having to fuck his shit up.
( Rotating Wobbly Hat That's not a banana. THIS is a banana., Sat 4 Aug 2012, 18:53, closed)