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Between weird circumstances keeping me out of work until my transfer is complete, my roommate moving out, and my scummy landlord rejecting any more roommates, I'm in some deep trouble right now. I'd appreciate any kind of support. This is mainly just for this month, because things will start to get back on track once I'm working again within March. But things are just really dire.

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So.

I had a “fun” night last night.

So fun that the police ended up getting involved and I drove all the way to my mom’s house to spend the night because my roommate was so fucked up.

Okay, so here’s what happened.

My roommate comes in at about 9:45 pm last night, talking about how he won a lot of money at the casino and that he wanted the two of us to go out and do something. The Xfinity wifi was on the fritz so I said sure.

FIRST RED FLAG: He wanted me to drive because he already started drinking. He said his dad took him out to drinks after work but I wanted to finally do something as roommates.

We go off to a bar in downtown Chico around 10:15 pm. We go in and he is constantly pushy about me having something to drink. I had no idea what to even order so he ordered for me. We basically just looked around. Well, I looked around. My roommate drank his ass off and was telling me to “pick up my vagina” because I wasn’t chugging down my drink.

Yeah, that’s Strike One against his candy ass.

After a bit, he wants to leave, which we do. I have no idea what he drank but he can barely walk. To the point that he can’t even make it back to my truck.

SECOND RED FLAG: I have to walk ahead to the truck and pick his fat ass up.

Yeah, I’m using a lot of negative words about him. You’ll see why.

Now he wants to eat. We go to McDonald’s and he tries to hit on the drive-thru employees, both of whom are women. I tried to downplay his idiocy.

Now, here is where I’ll admit I made a mistake. I should’ve taken his drunken ass home. Right after the drive-thru. But I didn’t, because I don’t know what convinced me it was a good idea to take him to the casino. Either it was that he would give me money for it or a little piece of my consciousness told me to go along with it so I wouldn’t get hurt.

So we’re on our way and my roommate’s blabbing about his ex, his daughter, the food, sex with “friends”, etc. I notice at one point he sticks his hand out the window and is saying his hand is flying or whatever.

That part’s important.

Now he says he wants to take a piss while we got into the next town over where the casino’s at. We go to a 7-Eleven to see if they had a bathroom and they didn’t. I got directions to the casino and so we got closer until I had to pull over so my roommate can piss.

Then we get to the casino.

That’s when we find out that my roommate lost his wallet.

His wallet that contained $1200, some of that being my RENT MONEY.

We looked all over my truck for it but we couldn’t find it. Even after I looked thoroughly, his ass kept turning my truck over attempting to find it.

Though in hindsight, it’s a good thing we didn’t go to the casino because he was going to harass a girl that he knew.

So, after that, we retrace our steps back to the 7-Eleven and where he pissed to try and find it. We can’t find his wallet. He’s freaking out this whole time and acting like his entire world collapsed.

I then remember when he stuck his hand out the window (spoiler: we never found the damn wallet) and drive onto the freeway over to that area. Panicking because I didn’t want to deal with him possibly breaking down and crying uncontrollably, I called 911.

It was a stupid move on my part. But I’m willing to admit that it was stupid. Unfortunately, my roommate, in his drunken stupor, chewed me out the entire time after I called the police for help and we were waiting. Here, I will also admit I should’ve just taken him home but I already made the call. That and I explicitly said what I was going to do and he never said a damn thing about it.

THIRD RED FLAG: He NEVER shuts the fuck up about the police. I’m not going to pretend that there isn’t corruption in the police force but him labeling every police officer as “the most untrustworthy people in the world” and repeating this fact endlessly got on my nerves. I knew he wasn’t going to listen to me because he was drunk off his stupid ass but I was losing my patience.

I was the most patient I had ever been with any unruly person than I ever had before and now is when he’s going to bitch at me about how he went to juvenile hall for beating on his step-dad for hitting his step-mom and that I don’t know how the police work because I never had to get pulled over or the police called on me?

Telling me to “check” myself?

Strike Two, you fucking piece of shit.

I wanted to beat the shit out of him so bad. I wanted to kick his goddamn face in and make him shit his teeth. But I knew that wouldn’t help anything. Especially when the police arrived. They had me step out of the truck to make sure I wasn’t drunk. Fair enough. I did have a couple sips of my drink at the bar.

That’s when Captain Asshole continuously butts in and antagonizes the officer conducting my sobriety test. I’m standing there with my hands at my sides and feet together. I never felt so humiliated just from being associated with somebody. The officer’s partner informed me of what they were doing, which I fully understood.

My roommate got so dangerously close to being arrested, that I was pretty much the deciding factor. I could’ve had him arrested but I chose not to because I wanted the night to be over.

So, I gave the officer the information he asked for about what happened prior, the wallet, all that. I recognized my mistake calling 911 for lost property and they let us go.

But that’s not the end of it.

My roommate is still yelling in my ear about how I called the police and how I’m a “cop-caller” and a “dumbass” and how I don’t understand the real world.

He also resumes telling me to check myself.

I yell back at him but at one point, I’m done yelling. I stay quiet and just let him run his mouth, as much as I wanted to kick his ass out.

But I remembered his daughter and thought better of it, because I actually think about my actions.

Then, when we get back to my apartment, he tells me:

Give me your key to the house, you’re not allowed there anymore.

Strike. Three. Fuck you, pal. You’ve already lost any respect and all the trust I had in you and now, drunk talk or not, you’re trying to bully me.

I got out of my truck and rushed back into the apartment to grab my laptop and clothes for my job this morning. He tries to block me and get the key but I go past him and I try to hurry back to my truck. He wants his own keys back. I took them out of my truck and threw them at him. He still wanted my key. Fuck him. He’s not getting shit.

I got in my truck and left his ass, and I went to my mom’s house to sleep and work. And now here I am.

I…don’t really know what to say but I cannot trust my roommate ever again, especially with all of the shit he’s pulled and the empty promises. “Oh, I’ll wash the laundry.” “Oh, I’ll clean this up.”

Motherfucker, all you’ve ever done is snapchat a bunch of women that you’re probably having unprotected sex with and play goddamn fucking NBA 2K15 and its Rookie Showcase game 500 fucking times.

You’ve never bought anything for the apartment. You didn’t have a garbage can for the kitchen until I showed up. You don’t even buy toilet paper. All you ever buy is stupid shit for your goddamn hookah. That’s all you fucking care about. That and your dog, which has chewed up one of my hats and has gone into my room to go through my garbage. I single-handedly paid for you to get your uber-special Beats by Dr. Dre laptop back from the pawn shop.

You keep moaning about your ex when you keep leading her on that you still like her. Yeah, having sex with her will do that, you piece of shit. But you probably don’t want a commitment because that’ll be taking responsibility for your actions.

And yes, a lot of his actions could’ve been the drunkenness. But when somebody almost gets arrested and you’ve been driving their ass around, trying to help and all you get are “cry-me-a-river” rants and treated like you don’t know shit?

You tend to lose sympathy towards the drunk.

Interpret this however you want but I figured I’d let my friend know what happened to me last night.

I’m never going out again with his ass when this is the kind of shit that happens.

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