I’m renting a room in a house owned by my best friend, who lives across town in a place with his girlfriend. My roommate in the house is a deeply regretted ex-boyfriend of my friend’s girlfriend. I’ll call him Dave.
Dave earned his current status of “felon on probation” for committing one of the stupidest crimes imaginable: he did way too much coke and meth, then went in to work at a convenience store. Upon getting there, he proceeded to scratch off $1500 worth of the store’s lottery tickets, then overdosed and dropped to the floor in a slobbering heap. A customer found him and called the police.
After living here for a couple of months and repeatedly noticing small things such as handfuls of change go missing, I forbade him from entering my room.
A week later, I discovered a crippling amount of spyware on my PC. I checked my browser history and found that dickface Dave had apparently been jacking off to web porn in my room - in the chair I’m sitting in now. Fuckin’ nasty! I bitched him out, he apologized, and I started locking my computer before going anywhere.
Two weeks later, I tried to pay my cable bill only to find out that Dave had ordered $36 worth of pay-per-view porno while I was at work, and apparently fucking jacked off in my bed! Christ! Is there no place that’s safe?! It took about two dozen repeated accusations to get him to admit to it and (eventually) pay me back. At first he tried to claim that someone have BROKEN IN and decided not to steal my computer, TV, or Xbox, but rather just order some PPV, rub one off and leave. Three times in one week. Dave tends to think everyone is as dumb as he is and that he can get away with that kind of shit.
After that, I bought a padlock for my room and figured I was finally safe. If only.
About a week ago, my friend decided to kick Dave out of the house for non-payment of rent. He gave the little rodent 45 days notice. On the same day, a box of checks I ordered from the bank showed up earlier than expected.
See where I’m going with this? Yeah. I never knew the checks arrived because Dave stole them from the mailbox.
Unbeknownst to me, since I’d taken out enough cash to pay for living expenses for a week and therefore wasn’t checking my balance, he wrote out $750 worth of my checks to himself, rendering me completely fucking broke. Current balance: $0.00.
I found this out yesterday when I tried to take out money for food from the ATM. The bank was still open, so I was able to get copies of the checks. Fuckstronaut was so irredeemably stupid that he actually wrote them out to his own name (he put “Happy Birthday” in the memo line) rather than make them out to cash!
The back can’t officially do anything until Tuesday when their fraud specialist gets in, but I was able to file a police report. The officer told me not to let on that I know anything until they come to arrest him on Tuesday or Wednesday, lest he decide to skip town. That’s harder than it sounds. He’s two doors away from me and apparently awake; I just heard his door slam. All I want to do is wring his damned neck for stealing every penny I have, but I have to fake politeness instead. I’m not good at that, so I’m just avoiding him.
I’ll never see a penny of my money again, and now I’m stuck having to borrow gas money and food from my parents until I get paid. I’m filled with rage, but there’s nothing I can really do about that. I wonder if the cops would care if I gleefully videotaped his arrest this week. Hmm…
Also, just for the hell of it, does anyone know what happens to the possessions of someone who is arrested, but doesn’t have any relatives within 3,000 miles of his stuff? I could get some fraction of the money he’ll never pay me back that way, but I’m guessing that’s not kosher. It should be, but oh well. I’m fucked. I know it. :mad: