Here is the situation. I moved into an apartment with a long time friend. I was at college for two years a came back home and was looking for an apartment. Well my old buddy was also. So we decided to move into an apartment together. After the first few months it came aparent to me that my buddy was a severe pillhead.
The problems not that he doesn't pay rent or anything. It is all the shady as people he deals with. About a week ago someone broke into his bedroom. They ripped the screen out the window and bent it all up. Strange thing is they didn't steal anything even though they got in. They were obviously looking for pills in my roomates room cause it was his window.
He spends everyday either doing or lookin for pills. He does Opana and OC everyday all day. I've seen him almost OD three time and i've only lived with him for 6 months. I've seen people he brought over almost dead on my couch and I have told him it needs to stop multiple times and it will for a few days then he is deep in it again. y
One of the more distubing things I've seen is that he would rather get fucked up for three days straight than buy any food for the week. He will literally starve to get fucked up. He survives because I let him eat groceries I buy. He always says he'll pay me back, but he never has. He probably owes me 250 dollars just in food for the last 6 months. I don't care so much about that.
Should I put my foot down and say quit or move out? He is not on the lease only I am.
I have noticed one thing when you're aggicted to pills you're always going to quit tomorrow.
I had almost the exact same situation going on in my life since Nov 1st 2009 to february 2010. I was needing to get a place with a roomate because I broke up with a girl. This buddy I hadn't seen in 5 years moved back into town from workin far away. We found a real nice place. It was a 2 bdrm basement suite in a large 2 story house approx 2 or 3 years old.
I got to really catching up with him, you know, find out what exactly he's been doing for the last while. He told me he had a real problem with crack before where he lived but he had been going to Narcotics Anonymous meeting for awhile and was clean and sober.
I did notice that he was always drinking beer with the guy upstairs, since they had met and gotten to hanging out here and there. It turned worse... every time he came home, within 30 seconds of walking through the door he would sprint upstairs. It was irritating because he never spent anytime chillin in the living room watching say the hockeygame or cooking and eating a dinner with friends...u know, he would be up there or locked in his room. Just a slippery quick little weasel of a dude, skinny as heck and always in a hurry. I decided to check this scene out and slammed a bunch of beers with him and the dude upstairs. As I hung out I figured it out, this fucker upstairs was a coke dealer, small scale as ever, but he had it alright. Truth be told, my roomate is back on the junk. The case gets worse, I started smelling strong odours of cigarette smoke coming from his room, his room fuckin stunk enough before, now the little bastard is smoking tobacco inside the house, not cool.
I can tell the guy is barely eating any food at all. Looking pale, scabby and skinnier by the day. Now we've been living together for about 2 weeks. here come the first bills at the end of the month, he tells me he's sorry but he has no money for the bills, he seems to not care. So I covered the bills and told him he owes me. Not a hug deal. But when I asked him for his rent, same thing, he has no money. Even though the little goof worked about 3-4 days a week, all day and collect maximum employment insurance, he never had any cash. Always lots of beer and smokes and really late hours though, hmmmm. He also pissed me off unbelievably because he was always in my stash with his greasy little mits. I left it in the rolling drawer often 'cause I'd be baked and forget. Believe that, smokin my weed without asking.
The landlord got me to put my name on the lease because the roomate said he may go back to work in a few months and there was no point of putting his name on it, I said okay. Rent is late and now I have the landlord asking me why the rent was not in the account, I put the roomate on the phone... he came up with the money in about a week. I knew he was taking in at least 1200 dollars every 2 weeks, WTF? Same shit the next month, then the next month after that. Got sick of it, and we got into a fight, I kicked the shit out of him, wasn't hard. It sucked, the situation. We sorta made up after that but never really talked. He moved out a couple weeks later.
Moral of my story, really choose wisely who you have for a roomate. Spend alot of time with them figuring them out a bit or ask around what they are really like. Do NOT move in with a really good friend unless your positive that it will work for your own reasons. You will end up just not being that great of friends anymore or straight up, hating eachother. Fortunately for me, I moved in with my girlfriend, little prematurely, but it worked out great, never had a better roomate than my girl. So I am lucky to have to have a roomate, so to speak, but if you do, choose wisely my friends because alot of drama and badstuff that messes strongly with your life can occur whilst having a bad roomate.
~ BCbuddy
