I have some horror stories.
My first house I moved into was horrible. It was a young people project housing. The lead tenent was an intern at Torana and he would bring "boys" back with him for weekend stays. They would sleep in his room and it creeps me out when I think about it now. But the other housemates were wierd too. This was housing for people from messed up homes, mine wasn't , it was just REALLY cheap rent $15/week inc bills. So the deaf guy was into tranny porn. And the other guys was a cleptomanic and serial liar. He (the thief) decided to take the deaf guys bank book and clean out the account. $5k later... Not cool. Deaf guy would eat all our food though so we figured it was ok.
Then I shared a house with this one girl and this was when karma kicked me in that ass.
She was nice to start with, good greek girl doing year 12 and she had the whole world ahead of her. Good family, nice friends, job at Coles not that great but a job none the less. Then she tried weed. I started to watch the downward spiral. So depressing really. She would miss classess here and there, then a few shifts, then she would have late parties and so on. Some wierd stories out of it though.
- I come home to 20 people in my living room smoking weed. Someone had thrown up on the floor and no one cleans it. It stays this was for 3-4 day until I _made_ her clean it. I really had to push her to clean it too!
- Dishes won't be done for about a week. I try to get her to clean them and in her best drugged f**ed voice "Dishes are like your friends man, you can't MAKE them do anything, they will just get done and you know, it will happen sooner or later" I pointed out to her dishes are not living objects, they will not do them selves but it they stay that way much longer, they may very well be. They got done after that. But it was still a constant issue. I'm not super clean myself but a week is just gross.
- All my food would get eaten bec of the munchies so I learnt to live on coffee and ciggies. and chicken rolls for the 7-11.
- I came home to the house and the whole places smells like YSL Jazz. I know I had a bottle that was full so I check it and it's empty! Turns out her friends snooped around my room and threw it everywhere. nice! Confronted her about it and "I'm not responsible for my friends, man" She f***ing well was so I ended up making her pay.
- She never payed any bills so I took the phone into my room and locked it in there (I got locks on the doors after the previos issue) one day her friend calls at about 3am. I tell him to not call as she can't use the phone and it's 3 am. 20 minutes later he throws an iron bar threw my window.... nice.
- She ends up hooking up with some guy that can't read or write and I have no idea what happened to her. I have no doubt she is junkie and I'm sure if drove around St Kilda at 11pm she is out there working. Or she is dead.
Oddly enough, she is the reason I hate weed. Every other drug I'm cool with, just not weed.