G'day Everyone.
The continued saga about my reflections on my roommate life (the sub-lettings) long ago and the horror stories that come with it.
It was 1990:
Not long after we were kicked out of our 3 bedroom apartment because we called the police for assistance in arresting a deaf criminal, who is still out there in this life, we searched for our new apartment.
We found a nice 2 bed room town house. It had everything that it needed for us. The 4 of us thought we would be OK with this place. We signed the lease and I was made responsible for it because I had the largest income of us. The first two months, we were OK. Then a friend of ours needed a place to crash. Following discussions with our landlord, he was approved to be on the lease for a time being. 5 men in a house was crowded. But we got along OK.
Then one day as if on cue, my deaf pastor had once again made my roommates sublet a man of who we didn't know and didn't want. He had reminded them, over my objections and my legal responsibility of the townhouse, of their "christian duty" to take this guy in.
But my inner self told me that this was a guy that was SERIOUSLY BAD to the max. My hair still stands up on it's end to this day when I think about it. I called this guy the "evil roommate".
This guy was a basketball player that the deaf ministry wanted. He had no job and he was a serious crash couch moocher. My town house was crowded with 6 men in this place. If you have never lived in a place with 6 men, you haven't lived through horror. But what this guy did was evil in his very nature.
Problems began almost right after that. One night, one of the roommates brought home a box of kittens. A half dozen of them. I hit the roof and promptly told the roommate to MOVE OUT! He was off the lease. That left us 3 responsible with 2 "guests". But somehow, the evil roommate had a plan to take over my home.
So with the kittens disposed of, the matter was closed. OR so I thought.
It was one night, my best friend/roommate and I went shopping. For some reason I had to buy a new pillow. That reason would become clear just after I brought the pillow. When we came home, I found this evil roommate had called the cable company and had them put the horror channel on my cable TV box. That's not all, he was eating pistachios all over my couch and the floor. He hadn't found a job in a little over a month despite the dead of the winter time. I put my foot down and told him: "Either you find a job tomorrow or you are packing out my house! I don't want to hear another of your whining! I've had it!"
Then I stormed up to my bedroom my roommate and I shared.
What I didn't know was my best friend would launch into a fire breathing sermon on our evil roommate down stairs. I wasn't in my bed room for less than 5 minutes when my other roommate was screaming for me to come down stairs. I literally took the steps 3 at a time and hit the bottom that should have shattered my legs. As I ran through the kitchen as there was stuff blocking the hallway, I saw a huge knife out on the counter.
I would regret this very moment in my life that I should have picked up the knife and killed the evil roommate in an act of defending my roommates.
The evil roommate had my best friend in a devastating headlock and was beating him up to the death. My other roommates were unsure of what to do. So I did the unthinkable. Try to get between and push those two idiots apart. Only that it was a bad idea. My best friend was pushed out of the way and yet, I was grabbed into a choke hold by my evil roommate. He started to bash on my face so bad that one hit devastated my front teeth. Two of my teeth were pushed up and into my nose. I thought they were pushed out. Blood gushed. I scrambled out in panic pain and gave drop kick to my evil roommate's gut.
When my evil roommate realized to his own horror that he was bashing on the wrong person, he tried to apologize for his actions. Only I wasn't listening. I looked all over the floor for the missing teeth. We couldn't find them. We had to run to the hospital for the Emergency Room because I was bleeding badly.
While at the hospital and the doctor was tending to me, the evil roommate called in my deaf pastor (who's responsible for this mess) and prayed he could make things easy for him. The doctor had just shot me up with pain meds and saw that I would need emergency dentist surgery. While I was doped up, the deaf pastor took advantage of my condition and made sure that I wouldn't charge my evil roommate with his criminal actions. He even made me make a statement to the police that wanted to help me. So the deaf pastor kept a copy of it.
I had to go down town to the dentist for emergency surgery. When the dentist saw the x-rays of my teeth, he said "my God! You should be a dead man already!" He commented that where the teeth were. They were buried up the floor of my nose! He said "if your evil roommate's fist had hit those teeth at another angle, they would have gone up to your brain!". He cleared his afternoon schedule and worked on my teeth and nose.
I was shot up full of drugs to deaden the pain. The surgery took 4 hours to pull two teeth down and sew up the holes in my nose. I would retain the ability to smell, but it took time for the "whistle" to go away.
The only thing is: both of my tooths would remain in my smile. But one is dead and is cemented in place. Other survives to this day.
Worse thing is, the amount of money that my parents paid to have the orthodontist in making me have nice teeth, have been just destroyed by this evil roommate. After I barely got home in a drugged state (my dentist didn't want me to drive, but nobody to call in to drive me home!), I went straight for my room. There I rested for several days till the fog of meds/pain passed. When I saw the amount of destruction that the fight was caused in my town house by this evil roommate, I grew sad.
When I got better, I confronted my deaf pastor. He was the one responsible for this evil roommate of mine. I told him to get him out of my home because I was going to file charges. He showed me the papers I signed that I wouldn't put ANY charges on this guy. I was *SHOCKED*. Then he pushed another paper in front of me. He had made sure that my roommate was now legal in my town house. I left that office in an angry mood. The apartment complex thought I had authorized this guy to be my roommate. I never did.
The evil roommate began to take over my home. One of the things I knew was that he tried to hide the cats from me. One day, they got out of his room and took over the house. The worse part is, it was Christmas time. Many of the family ornaments of mine were on that tree. The entire tree was knocked down the stairs to the basement. But that is not all! The cats were allowed to get into my personal storage space and shit all over my comic book collection! When I confronted my evil roommate, he just simply said "cats will be cats". But I told him.. "they are damn illegal cats!" and if the management were to find out they're here.. they'd throw us out". He threatened to hurt me if I ever told the management about the cats. He grew that powerful. Me and my other roommates were afraid of him.
At one point, a probation agent had visited my home without me being present. When I got told, I hit the roof. The evil roommate just laughed and said that he was just in the area in for a protection because he had testified before gangs in California long ago. I grew angry with him. When he wasn't home one day, I found his probation officer's name and address. I would later go to this probation officer.
The roommate reflections continues in Part 3.
Semper FI.
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