I had another room mate that I took in to help pay the rent and, not learning from the first time, naturally he was an alcoholic and young. The first few weeks were cool, for he paid me the rent, went to work, went to meetings, did not drink and minded his own business. Then the young stud started showing up with chicks in his room. (I got jealous because I was in a dry spell.) They drank and so he started drinking beer, assuring me that he could handle it. I told him that was fine, so long as he was sure. He was cool for a few more weeks and then one day I awoke to find my living room painted white.
He had been up all night painting it, as he was a painter. I said cool, wondering how he had managed to move everything around and get the job done. (Much later, I discovered that he did not move things, like book cases and the couch, but painted around them.) Then he started taking off a lot and when he was home, he locked himself in his room.
Then my rifles on the gun rack vanished. I confronted him and he confessed to stealing them and I told him to get them back or it was off to jail for him. It was then that I discovered he was doing crack and had traded my guns for rock. I let him use his next rent payment to buy them back and that pissed him off because the dealer wanted more for the guns than he had paid him in crack. Nice guys.
We discussed his crack usage and he said he could handle it and, not knowing much about the drug, I said OK, but warned him against stealing anything else because I would be watching and would happily toss him in jail.
One night, when I was leaving the bathroom, I walked into a very busty, nude chick he had been balling and surprised both her and I, but I liked it. I was thinking of asking him to set me up with some chicks.
He paid me the rent one day, with additional added to make up for the lost payment and took off to party. A few hours later he returned with a friend and demanded his rent back. It was in my pocket but I told him it was in the bank. He insisted on getting it back and offered to have the fellow who was waiting outside to come in and beat my ass. I refused and he attacked me. After a brief struggle, I produced my switchblade and poked him under the chin with it, which calmed him down real fast.
Then, being a good natured and trusting fool at the time, I closed it and put it away, preferring to talk to him like a good guy. He pounced on me, ripped my pocket open in the struggle, stole the rent and fled. I called the cops and filed a warrant. He called me the next day, wanting to make up, but I declined and informed him that he had gone too far. He stayed away from the house, apparently sleeping in his painters van or something, then showed up for court to handle a traffic ticket, when a friend of mine, who is a sheriffs officer on guard at the court house, spotted him and arrested him on the spot.
He went to jail.
I packed up his stuff. A week later, out of jail and having to make restitution, he showed up at my door and asked for some things. I gave them to him and some things later to his Mom. I still had a bunch of his stuff. I would not let him live there anymore, and I found out later that he was not supposed to be around me anyhow by order of the courts.
I got two payments from him of $14 on the $200 he owed me, then he got in trouble and went back to jail. I was asked by the court if I minded if instead of jail that he went to a treatment program and I said fine. I don’t think he made it because the repayments, ordered by the court, stopped and he just vanished. I lived at the house for 2 more years and never heard from him again, so I threw most of his stuff out and moved.
I do not rent rooms to anyone anymore.