So I live in a fairly large house with two girl roommates at the moment. Not
what you think, they're just roommates. It's a big house and my friend's parents
(of one of the girls) own it. People have come and gone over the past few years
and we usually start looking online for new prospects after they move out.
Having the house full gives us a huge rent buffer for making upgrades to the
house even though our rates are fixed regardless of occupancy.
Anyway, my friend finds this one guy online who's an ex-motorcycle racer. We
screen everyone thoroughly in person at a local restaurant to get an idea of
what they are like first. He seemed like your typical upbeat 26 year old and
shared some similar interests in our hobbies, so all appeared well -- even more
so compared to others we had met in the past. This was around mid-August, just a
few weeks ago. We let him come over and check the place out even though it's
slightly messy from renovating the upstairs bathroom, a furry 115-lb malamute
and worn carpeting. Hey, the house was built in the 20's. It's not a dump at
all, it just needs a few minor touches here and there. The 180 degree turn
started the very next day.
This guy cannot do ANYTHING on his own. I don't know if he was born with a
silver spoon up his *** sideways or what, but he's absolutely helpless. He
couldn't rent a U-Haul because of an apparent accident with one some years back
so they won't rent to him. Fine. I pay the $75 (which I would normally never
ever do), help load the thing (his old room was littered with junk), drive it to
our place, help move his******upstairs and take it back the next day as well as
top it off as per rental agreement. He draws some sort of disability
unemployment so money isn't a huge issue apparently and pays me back promptly.
He drives an '06 Charger with the 5.7L Hemi (also littered with junk --
packaging, receipts, clothes, half-empty Gatorade bottles, etc).
He was moving into my friend's room as it has a lot of floorspace and she was
moving one room down the hall. He proceeded to whine about how dirty it was
(she'd just got off work and started to move stuff without a chance to clean
yet) and wasn't satisfied with the perfectly working vacuum that we had for
upstairs and storms out to buy a new one. It'll take too much space to type, so
I'll just list the other things he proceeded to complain and question about over
the next few days:
-the cable modem and wireless .g-router being in my room (I have the only
hard-wired PC in the house, everyone else usually has laptops)
-not being able to use his router in his room (it's the same damn model with
"powerboost".. oooooh)
-he 'only' gets a 3-bar wireless signal
-the bathroom is 90% done and totally usable, just needs the last bits of paint
and trim
-no grass in the back, so the dog drags in a little dirt on his paws into the
linoleum kitchen
-leaving the back door open so the dog can come in and out because he gets hot
(duh, malamute) but a few flies get in
-the basement being unfinished (hello, again, 80+ year old house)
-I hung up his stupid ******ing plasma TV and two large-framed pictures (of
himself at the track) perfectly aligned and level with just a tape so that they
were equidistant and centered from the objects around them -- he re-hung one
picture too high, took the other down and tried to talk me into remounting the
plasma mount a little to the right so it was dead-center with his bed. 16 inches
on center? Not happening, bud.
-there being a few dishes in the sink from someone's dinner the night before.
Not that I like seeing dirty dishes either but having seen the inside of his car
and his old room; pot-kettle-black there, mother******er.
-the condition of the carpet. We know, it's old. My friend's mom was going to
clean it that weekend. So I suggest we just tear it out and resurface the
original oak hardwood underneath as we did with the bedrooms, hoping it's not in
too bad of condition. He goes on about how he knows how to do all that and will
help out -- never did a damned thing.
There's probably more, but that's enough of a start. It got even better after
that. He invites me out to a lake for some big camping and BBQ party at this big
resort but I didn't really feel like it so he goes with his dad and a bunch of
friends. He shacks up with some stupid chick from Montana who he met there and
it wets his noodle enough to want to meet up with here again which brings us to
this weekend. His wallet was left unsecure in his tent and stolen so his cards
and accounts were frozen. I know he gets paid weekly for doing jack ******, so I
lent him 500 bones to get by and pay bills until the next week. I then get
talked into a hiking/camping trip around the same area with the prospects of
there being some attractive girls meeting up. I'm no man-whore and have pretty
damn high standards, so the possibility was enough to pique my interest but I
wasn't going to make it a priority of the trip. If I meet someone cool, right
on. If not (more than likely) I'll still have a good time just getting out of
the house to camp and hike which I haven't been able to do since my Jeep was
stolen last yeat.
I'm told we're going to split the cost of this little adventure. $64 in the
Charger and we're off Wednesday night to the lake. Plans change without my input
and we're supposed to meet this chick + friends further east near a town that he
thinks is on the border but it's just an hour from the lake (i.e., we have to
drive really ******ing far as Washington is a good 7 or 8 hours wide from coast
to Idaho border). We're a little inland so it's more like 5-6 but still... damn
far especially at night in a Charger with no high beams and a driver who has
A.D.D. and texts on his stupid Blackberry like the world might end tomorrow.
He gets pulled over about an hour into the trip for doing 88 in a 65. Of course
he claims there was no way... oh, and his license is expired. And apparently
suspended for a DUI 4 years ago. I heard some rambling about how it was supposed
to be suspended upon incident but for whatever reason it wasn't process until
just a few days before we left but I think it smells like bull******. So I get
to drive this POS now. Great. We get to the lake, set up camp, crash and leave
the next morning after a cafe breakfast.
This is a *******ed novel so I'll sum it up:
-I end up paying $33 for stupid wireless Blackberry internet so he can hook up
his laptop
-we got to Coeur d'Alene and spent ******ing hours driving around to get a
driver disc for the program since all the wi-fi spots were as slow as crap
-we get groceries and he leaves his expired+suspended license there
unknowingly
-practically kills my cell phone battery from extended tech support call time
for his phone internet problem
-gets us lost looking for a bumble******campground in pitch black (no high
beams, remember)
-loses some LCD screen protectors for his new Canon xsi DSLR even though he
doesn't know how to take pictures for ******. Just buys******because he gets
free money and thinks expensive is the best way to go.
-also loses his camera manual, a lens cap, ipod nano and other various things
over the next 4 days; nano and cap were in his *******ed backpack
-I bring up having to pay for gas again on our first refuel (I agreed on this
trip to the lake, not ******ing Idaho but I don't mention this yet) and he gets
all hostile and defensive about paying cash for everything else (oooh yeah,
daddy even gave you 200 for the trip)
-I end up paying for over $220 in gas alone and driving 1000 miles on a trip
that should have cost me no more than $100 total and covering 300-400 miles
-his slut friend shows up alone and they fight that night and all weekend
-******es at me for not pulling over on a blind 45 MPH corner (I was looking for
a side road or a straight) because she was sick in the back seat from popping 2
Vicodin on an empty stomach and washing them down with a latte on the way to
some stupid town I knew would be a waste of time. Like vomit would have made the
interior any dirtier.
-asks about 7 or 8 questions about the intricate details of a cafe hamburger in
a town with a population of 2000 people
-drives the girl completely insane on a trip 2 hours north to get a refill on
his meds by complaining about her driving the whole way because she might not
get them back in time for im to take some pictures of the sunset with an $800
camera he doesn't even know how to use (thankfully I avoided this trip but I
knew that would happen)
-locks the keys in the car the next day before I'm supposed to make the same
drive the next day because they couldn't fill the prescription for more than one
day's worth due to its classification until the documents are faxed over. I
popped the trunk and snaked my arm over the seat with a screwdriver to pop the
rear door lock; I am a god
-gets in a huge fight with her on said trip, calls her '******ed up in the head'
and other such lovely names which is set off after another fuel stop where she
gets the wrong kind of jerky for him. Of course they are kissing and hugging and
making up shortly after getting there
-the rotors are warped to hell on that POS and the road to/from our camp is a
twisting 28 mile hilly******with narrow single lanes, blind corners, a deer
populace and loose gravel. In a 5.7L Hemi. With no high beams.
-contemplates elopement with girl to which she says yes, I can't tell if she is
drunk or not and he's the lightest of lightweights. Later at the bar that night
he asks me what her name was.
-racks up over $650 in total debt to me and I find out he's myspaced a friend of
his about moving in with him just hours after we get back. 400 miles all the way
back after stopping for his worthless license, making it home in 7.5 hours with
hellacious Labor Day accident traffic interwoven with returning DMB concert fans
-- I am a *******ed machine.
-pisses off my friend with choice comments about the house when he's done
absolutely nothing to help thus far. All he does is sit in bed, eat
popcorn+Cheetos, drink Gatorade and watch movies at 85dB throughout the night in
a house with thin walls while he collects free money in the mail
-asks for me to get his car taken in for brakes and oil change (I assume before
he figured he would be moving out)
Christ what a worthless piece of ******. By far my worst weekend ever but in a
way I'm glad I went, because it made me feel 100x better about myself through
realizing that no matter how bad my quirks and flaws are, I will never be a
fraction of the ******* he is. Supposedly he's moving out today and should be
having two UE checks coming in the mail (I hope tomorrow while he's gone so I
can hold them hostage). I found his buddy's myspace profile that he's moving in
with and both his mom's and dad's addresses and phone numbers.
For those interested in having some fun with this piece of ******, here's his
myspace: http://www.myspace.com/codiehuston (phone number available upon
request).
I was going to give him the ultimatum of not only paying me back but for the
incurred extra fuel as well as I didn't agree to go clear to Idaho and if he
didn't, I would see him as a non-existant ghost if he continued to stay. I would
also tell all of his friends as well as his parents about what a worthless sack
of******he is with collaboration of my friend. Now I'm actually kind of curious
as to what the terms of his moving out of his last place were...
Wow, what a champ. Just got this
from his sister. I'll be passing
it along to his new roommate.
"I wish I could say that I am
shocked to hear what my brother
has done to you, but I am not.
Unfortunately, you are one person
along with a list of others,
including me, that he has done
this to. I am really sorry that
you have experienced the true
person that he really is and how
he takes advantage of people
around him.
I can't give you my dad's number
without his permission and I can
tell you that he will probably say
this, Cody is 26 years old, he is
an adult and my dad will not
continue to help or clean up the
messes that he creates. Cody has
done this many times in the past
and seems to burn every bridge
that he encounters.
I will ask my dad if it is okay
for me to share his personal
number with you and will get back
to you.
I hope this helps and again I
apologize for what he has done to
you and your friends. I would not
associate myself with him if I
were you..."
Philip J Fry 09/06/2008 12:36 PM
Well, thankfully he's decided to
move out so I'm happy about that.
Now he has stolen property --
nothing major but he has a few
things he 'forgot' to return or
leave behind when he picked up and
moved the other day, including the
keys. The room looks like******(in
less than a month of living
there), so my friend's dad (the
landlord) told him he's not
getting his full deposit back and
now he's trying to use our stuff
as collateral to bargain with. He
had these things in his posession
long before he was told he
wouldn't be getting his deposit.
It's taken every shred of
willpower to not beat this stupid
prick to a pulp but I know he's
not worth it. I've tracked down
his dad's, mom's and former
landlord's addresses as well sent
his sister the most polite myspace
message I could (still waiting on
a reply). His new roommate also
conveniently lists his own full
name and where he works, so I
still have a few means to an end.
He's supposed to come by today
with [some of?] our stuff though
I'm not exactly sure on what terms
(my friend's dad can be very
intimidating even on the phone) so
it will be interesting to see what
happens.
RaggedOleMan 09/06/2008 12:10 PM
You don't really expect to get
paid back do you? This is a guy
for which: "The short one is
always missin' & something's never
quite right", and he needs a mile
of maskin' tape to keep his ship
in shape. A professional "victim"
and a bit of a sociopath he's the
kind of guy that says things that
ain't what they seem...He's just
broken...
Continuing to believe him and/or
help him will just perpetuate his
behavior. He needs to hit HIS
rock bottom before he'll change.
Get out of his way. The light at
the end of this tunnel is a
freight train...
~jL
Seattle
jeep-jeep-01 09/06/2008 9:45 AM
IMO its your fault for doing
everything for him.
rob777 09/03/2008 6:12 PM
He feels sorry for himslef that
hes not a pro rider because he
probably got hurt and now
collects. Sounds like he is
expecting everyone to cater to
him.
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