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(Guardian)   College student discusses life with druggie housemates, says it's not all bad. "One month one of them took speed and cleaned my bathroom. I wish he'd cleaned the sick up first time round, but his heart was in the right place"   (theguardian.com) divider line 21
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2013-12-12 09:16:13 AM
I didn't see much in the way of drugs at Uni Leeds, back in 2003.  Maybe things have changed, but I'm willing to bet that the overwhelming majority of respondents have simply tried pot and nothing else.
 
2013-12-12 09:21:38 AM
"I'm sure you've heard about the man who thought his hands were bananas and started peeling them. "

No.

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Yes.
 
2013-12-12 09:22:15 AM
Ban coffee so the farking druggies stop keeping me up all night cramming.
 
2013-12-12 09:24:19 AM
His heart was in the right place

That place being around 300 bpm, to be specific.
 
2013-12-12 09:27:18 AM
We've clearly discovered the Drug School Farva was talking about.
 
2013-12-12 09:30:33 AM
So, the professors (and grad students) are all drug-free, right?
 
2013-12-12 09:44:07 AM
Had a roommate that turned out to be a meth head. He would stage break ins and steal my shiat to pawn it. I figured out it was him but no one believed me until someone caught him stealing shiat from them. farking roommates.
 
2013-12-12 09:47:16 AM

BitwiseShift: So, the professors (and grad students) are all drug-free, right?


If one were a professor I would think you wouldn't have to pay for drugs.
 
2013-12-12 09:57:21 AM
"I'm sure you've heard about the man who thought his hands were bananas and started peeling them."

OH! Is that where "surgically attached banana hands" comes from?
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And this?
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/Too out of my mind to know I had ruined my hands hitting her.
 
2013-12-12 10:40:43 AM
I love everything about this.
 
2013-12-12 10:57:38 AM
This is why I only did the roommate thing as a temporary arrangement while my (now-ex) wife and I were waiting for our new apartment to be vacated so we could move in. And even then, it was a lot of drama. Her brother was there, my ex-girlfriend was there, and a few others within our group of goths and postpunks were part of the household.

The ex-girlfriend took turns either laying about, drinking a jug of whine (oops, sorry, I mean wine)  while listening to The Cranberries on a loop and complaining about her dramatic romantic life, or cornering me, flirting with me, and exposing herself to me in an attempt to tease me (it worked. I was teased. I was newly married and she was messing with my head.) -- Oh, and then there was the time she found a girlfriend and the two of them would make out sloppily while both "drunk" on the aforementioned jugged wine. They would just start slobbering all over each other and feeling each other up-- fully clothed, unfortunately-- in the middle of the room while everyone was there.

And that was just ONE of the people there. The bro-in law was frequently naked. The best friend was discovering her sexuality (or lack thereof). The ex-wife's best friend was trying to hold everything together. The ex-girlfriend would leave a sheen of hairspray on the bathroom door from her hair-spray-while-blow-drying routine. Everybody complained about everyone else's food and diets (one vegetarian, one vegan, two omnivores, one person who only ate pasta (pastavore?), etc.)

And entertainment was annoying. It had to be something everyone agreed upon. One TV (this was the early 90s, and we were all broke) and one stereo meant arguments over shows, what music would be playing, WHEN music would be playing, etc.

Luckily, none of the group were druggies. The worst vice in our crowd was alcohol (not that they didn't use various drugs individually; They just didn't do it a lot, or make a cultural event out of it).

The place smelled like clove cigarettes, cheap wine, hairspray, and patchouli incense.

I woke up one morning and the ex-girlfriend had climbed into bed with me, apparently after the (now ex) wife had gotten up and gone to work. She was only wearing panties, and she had huge tits that were pressed against my back when I awoke. She reached around and groped me a bit as I tried to figure out what was going on and establish that I was actually awake and not having a waking dream, and just when I was totally hard and at the point where I had to make a decision regarding how much I respected my (already unpleasant) marriage, she rolled out of bed and said, "Oops. Time to go make breakfast!"

She was an evil woman.

Another time, she met me at the door when I got home, dragged me into her bedroom, and lifted her shirt to show me her newly-pierced nipples. As I stood there agog, enjoying the view, she said "They're a little sore. Would you kiss them?"

I swear this is not a Penthouse letter.

I obliged. I squeezed them in my hands. I licked them a bit... It wasn't the first time, as I'd dated her previously, but it was an interesting surprise.

Then, just as suddenly as she'd begun, she backed off, put down her shirt, and said, "We'd better get back out there."  Then she turned and left the room, leaving me standing there with my jaw hanging open.

I was told by my (now ex) wife that the ex-girlfriend did a similar thing to her  when she arrived the same day.

And the one time we actually almost got down to it, I had her top up, her skirt up, and was moments away from one last chance to be inside her before she moved away for good... And one of the other roommates came home early. She jumped up, arranged her clothing, and gave me a hug before saying "Bye."

I think I'd almost rather live with a junkie than a dick-tease.
 
2013-12-12 10:59:29 AM
I had a buddy who would get stoned and then clean the shiat out of the entire apartment. It was hilarious.

I also stayed with a friend for a couple of months who got hooked on meth, and while she would also make the place spotless, she was completely useless and borrowed all of the money I had saved up to move to the Canyon and work for the summer. As a result, I think I had $7 in my pocket when I got there. Meth is some BAD shiat.
 
2013-12-12 11:04:47 AM
CSB:

One of my ... what's the phrase? ... 420-friendly?  friends got into this situation.  Let's call him Mark, because that was his name.  He was a normal guy, had a decent job, made good money, and drugs never affected his ability to do his work, or maintain separate social circles.  He thought it would be awesome to rent a house with 3 other like-minded individuals. 

The problem?  These were wake-and-bake and then some.  The only jobs they had or were qualified for was wait staff at chain restaurants.  Tips at the end of the day went right to the dealer, and they'd finish that before the next night.  Paychecks were for bills and rent.  Their entire life revolved around getting just a little bit more high.

So, my friend had to sign the lease because he was the only one with actual credit.  Then one of his friends had his girlfriend move in, rent free.  Then they had a friend who was kicked out of his apartment stay on a semi-permanent basis.  Then suddenly it was Mark's responsibility to pay for a new fridge.  And the electric.  And the water bill.  And cover rent for a month or two because they somehow came up light.  At the end of the year lease, he decided to get a place by himself for some reason ... but his lesson wasn't over.

The 'friend' who was staying refused to leave.  Texas law makes it hard to evict, even if they're not allowed to be there.  For a month or two, he stayed.  Once they managed to get in when he was gone and change the locks, but he got back in through the garage.  Destroyed the place.  Finally the police came to evict and he ran.

To pay for everything, my friend had to sell his new car (he splurged and got a nice BMW - he was paid well, and thought he'd be splitting rent 4 ways ...), and deal with finance issues for a while.  Never did that again.  Finally realized that there are some people that can handle casual drug usage, and some who let it run their life - even if it's just pot.  They were, in the real and worst sense of the word, addicts.

I actually let him rent a room at my place so he could get back on his feet.  No smoking rule at my house though, and never had any problems with him.

TL;DR:  Friend with real job got financially screwed by living with a bunch of addicts with no self-control.
 
2013-12-12 11:50:39 AM
Okay, subby, this is a sick up.
 
2013-12-12 12:18:19 PM
I almost got bored and angry reading this, but then the author (she?) nailed it in the last two 'paragraphs'.

I'd feel safer if I had learned practical behaviour and not redundant sociology about all users becoming hardened criminals. I should know what to do when a housemate collapses.
Students like me have a challenge to face. We don't have to change our behaviour towards drugs but we do have to ditch narrow ideas about them. People on drugs convinced me of that.
 
2013-12-12 12:18:43 PM
Not so cool story time.  Years and years ago, I was relocating to a new city for work and a friend who'd moved there the year before offered to rent me her extra bedroom.  Turns out people can change a  lot in six months.  Holy shiat.  She rearranged the entire kitchen 4 times in the 6 weeks I lived there.  The second or third time, she'd put all of her stuff on the top shelves so she couldn't reach any of her stuff without a stool.  She'd leave bizarre, paranoid notes on the fridge and, one night, she stayed up all friggin' night baking cookies.  Not euphemistic cookies but actual cookies.  Batch after batch until dawn.  By about week 5, she'd accused me of attempted murder.  Good times.  Wait...no, they weren't.  Those times sucked.
 
2013-12-12 12:22:05 PM

State_College_Arsonist: I didn't see much in the way of drugs at Uni Leeds, back in 2003.  Maybe things have changed, but I'm willing to bet that the overwhelming majority of respondents have simply tried pot and nothing else.


It's interesting how prescription drugs tend to get left out of these discussions. I'd be curious to see how prevalent antidepressants, uppers, and other prescription drugs are, it's just the overacheiver crowd doing them rather than the obvious stoners.
 
2013-12-12 12:37:13 PM
"Cleaned the sick up"

lolwut
 
2013-12-12 02:59:24 PM
In the mid 90s I was living with a friend in his house. Things were good until he started to date this psycho. I would come home and they were fighting over nothing and I am not talking about arguing, these were full blown people throwing stuff fights. It got even worse when they would eat all the food and leave me a note to go to the grocery store and no money. I started to just buy my own food and stash it in my room, because anything I left in the kitchen would be eaten. Then she had her druggie friends stay on the couches, thats when I started to plan my exit strategy. I caught one of my roomates gf druggie friends going through my stuff when I got home early one day. He made up a dumb lie about hearing a noise there was a fight. I did kick his scrawnier than my butt ass. Later when my roomate and his GF where home they got all pissy about me beating on him. I told them fine and they could have him move in there because I was moving out. About 8 months later I was talking to my former roomate and he couldnt apologize enough. They ended up taking his fridge,phone,TV and a bunch of other stuff.
 
2013-12-12 03:49:07 PM
Been there, did all the drugs. Six college males in a five bedroom apartment. Should have known we'd have trouble by the fact that friends stopped by with a NO2 tank the night of our housewarming party. I have never seen, or done even a close approximation of the quantity of drugs in my life than that year I lived there.

First half of the year was reasonably tame, worst thing I had to worry about was my CDs being stolen by the going down hard room-mate, turns out he saved me carting those things around the rest of my adult life. Should have known things were going to take a turn for the worse when I got back from winter break and my room had been broken into and my stereo and alarm clock were missing. Seriously, they stole my alarm clock to hock to a pawn shop for what, $.50?

Half of us were obviously staying in University, the other three were on a very rapid spiral down. One was tossed out after first semester, other two after the second semester that year. Just before the finals they weren't going to complete, the first of the homeless junkies moved into our living room. Strangely enough her and I had worked together at a Burger King in my home town in a different state. By the end of the summer, and thankfully lease, that number was up to six. By then it was only four of us left, one of the uncontrolled was sent to rehab by his parents and one of our "team" had moved out since his parents were willing to swing double rent. Wouldn't have mattered, since it turns our the other three hadn't paid rent for more than half a year and management company never bothered to tell us. Everyone got stuck with a 1/6 portion of the bill, plus late fees.
 
2013-12-12 07:49:25 PM

quietwalker: CSB:

One of my ... what's the phrase? ... 420-friendly?  friends got into this situation.  Let's call him Mark, because that was his name.  He was a normal guy, had a decent job, made good money, and drugs never affected his ability to do his work, or maintain separate social circles.  He thought it would be awesome to rent a house with 3 other like-minded individuals. 

The problem?  These were wake-and-bake and then some.  The only jobs they had or were qualified for was wait staff at chain restaurants.  Tips at the end of the day went right to the dealer, and they'd finish that before the next night.  Paychecks were for bills and rent.  Their entire life revolved around getting just a little bit more high.

So, my friend had to sign the lease because he was the only one with actual credit.  Then one of his friends had his girlfriend move in, rent free.  Then they had a friend who was kicked out of his apartment stay on a semi-permanent basis.  Then suddenly it was Mark's responsibility to pay for a new fridge.  And the electric.  And the water bill.  And cover rent for a month or two because they somehow came up light.  At the end of the year lease, he decided to get a place by himself for some reason ... but his lesson wasn't over.

The 'friend' who was staying refused to leave.  Texas law makes it hard to evict, even if they're not allowed to be there.  For a month or two, he stayed.  Once they managed to get in when he was gone and change the locks, but he got back in through the garage.  Destroyed the place.  Finally the police came to evict and he ran.

To pay for everything, my friend had to sell his new car (he splurged and got a nice BMW - he was paid well, and thought he'd be splitting rent 4 ways ...), and deal with finance issues for a while.  Never did that again.  Finally realized that there are some people that can handle casual drug usage, and some who let it run their life - even if it's just pot.  They were, in the real and worst sense of the wo ...


Oh gawd, that theme sounds so familiar. Had a roomie who went from "occasional 420-smoker" to full-on pothead. Who then developed "headaches" that required morphine and demerol from the emergency room. Headaches so bad she quit working, got fired and tried to convince me that I was only "hurting myself" by not paying all the bills (her credit was so bad I had to put everything in my name).

Waited until she was out of town visiting friends and then moved to an undisclosed location. No more roomies for me. Ever.
 
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