On Roommates

With the exception of late 2008 to late 2009, I have had the pleasure of living with miscreants and outcasts. Drug dealers, drug users, alcoholics, porn addicts, and one United States Army soldier. It has been worthwhile to my bank account and my sanity.

Wait. Scratch that.

I started writing in 2007- well, actually, it was some time before that, but it wasn't until 2007 that I really started to take writing seriously- because my job was just awful, and i felt that I needed to do something else with my creative energy. These days are better than those, but only just. At the time, I had just moved out of Natick and into Brighton. I like Brighton, just as I liked Natick, but there are some terrible memories lingering in the houses and shops of this town. I occasionally feel the burning need to get the fuck away from here. Go somewhere else. Do something else. Then the weight of that thought makes me scared, and I do nothing. God damn it.

But I digress. I have spent years living with outcasts, with the exception of one year. This year seems to be no different. 2010 started with one of my roommates moving out without telling anyone. He gathered what few items he had, piled them into his BMW, and drove off. He still owes me money, but far less than the Army guy owes me.

By the beginning of February we had a new roommate. I had no idea he had moved in until I came home from work to find new furniture and a large television in out living room. The owner of the furniture and television I never got to know too well, but he always seemed shady. When one of the checks in my checkbook mysteriously disappeared, I chalked it up to him. My girlfriend, having never met him, said that it wouldn't make sense for him to steal from me almost immediately upon moving in. I believed her. The case is still unsolved, but I'm guessing he had something to do with it.

Anyway, he's in jail now. Apparently he was picked up sometime last week. Once again my roommates and I need to find a new roommate. I'm hoping this scenario does not happen again. It probably will.

And I still haven't found a new job...

Shit.