A Free Fantasy House

My Very Worst Roommate (we’ll call him “R”) was actually my best friend all through high school. I always thought he’d be a blast to live with. After school, he moved to the city and I stayed in town and got a killer place to myself. One night, R called me up and told me how miserable he was living in the city and how he wanted to move back to our town. So, I drove to the city, picked him up and he moved in. Now R needed a job. I told him I could get him some food and he didn’t have to worry about rent until he got a job.
It wasn’t long after he moved in that I started to see his disgusting habits–not using plates, sandwiches on the couch, dripping toothpaste in the living room without realizing it, never picking up anything, you name it! Finally, about three months in, I helped get him a job at the same store I worked at and he finally started paying rent. Things have been pretty fun so far.
However, R had a friend. A homeless friend. This kid finished high school and has couch surfed for four years. R started having this homeless kid over and letting him sleep on the couch. Night after night after night! They would trash the place every night, and every morning I would be woken up before my alarm by them doing some fantasy role playing wizard stuff. Oh yeah, this kid stunk up the whole place!
So enough is enough, right? I put my foot down and said this kid can only come over once in a while but never stay the night. Now R thought this was like rollover minutes. Homeless kid wouldn’t be there for a while, and then three days straight. R would find every loophole to have this kid over, not to mention buy him food every night. I don’t hate homeless people, but this kid could have easily got a job. He didn’t because people like R would enable him to coast through life on handouts. The problem pretty much tore apart our friendship for a while. R thought I was the bad guy. So R moved in with our other friend. Of course, the same thing happened and homeless kid is now banned from that place too. Get a job dude!




You must be level 90 to use this couch.
That must have been crazy annoying. People that don’t “get it” are the worst.
Sounds like a high quality individual, there.
what is it with these RPG guys? they think life is an RPG and you can just reset it when things don’t work.
This is why science nerds totally pwn fantasy nerds. We’ve read enough scientific studies to know that being a nasty dirty slob pisses people off. ;D
Actually you just need a little common sense to know that being a dirty nasty slob pisses people off. A fact that R and his homeless friend were oblivious to.
I feel the fun slowing down…
@frau blucher – i’m not an rpg loser but i did once instinctively reach for Ctrl Z after knocking over a pile of laundry in real life before realising i wasn’t on a computer
Societal leeches, those two…yargh.
@zomboidJune Yep, totally done that after a long night of digital painting.
@OP Most places won’t accept workers unless they have an address. Homeless people can’t “just go and get a job”. At least not one that’s legal.