which reminds me, one time we were searching for a housemate and this guy came wearing pajama bottoms but it wasn't like he was urbane..these were cargo pajamas and he had a fanny pack as well, i think he had a mullet too.
We had another guy who brought his luggage with him to the interview. He had talked to one of us on the phone and he thought he was gonna just move right in. We felt kind of bad sending him on his way. He had just gotten out of the army.
We found a guy one time to move in and he gave us a deposit, he seemed like a nice guy, and a few days before the first he brought a bunch of his stuff and piled it in the entranceway. Then the first of the month came and went and the second and the third and we were wondering where is this guy? So we called his old place and asked if they knew where he was and there was a long pause at the other end of the phone.
"umm, you didn't hear? He died of an overdose four days ago."
I was shocked.
My stoner roomate didn't believe it.
"He didn't die! He just found a different place and he doesn't want to move in here."
"Yeah, right."
His parents came to pick up his stuff and they wanted his deposit back.
We didn't give it to them, we needed the money to cover his rent that month.
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