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When it comes to having a roommate I've learned a lot of lessons.
Very expensive lessons.
Never get a roommate who :
1. can't hold a job.
2. wishy-washy with rental agreements.
3. doesn't flush toilets, ever.
4. dosen't clean bathrooms after they used it.
And the BIGGEST RULE OF THEM ALL:
If you actually, positively need a roomie to help share the bills, DON'T GET A ROOMATE WHO IS AN ARTIST!
I have found out that a lot of people who you call "creative", run from responsibility like it's the damn flu! You can bet your ass that if you are a quiet, technical person like me. These types of people can be a pain in the ass.
I was a young and naïve 27-year-old who would take never had roommates who weren't in the military.
I'm used to people being fucking RESPONSIBLE.
Goal-Oriented People with structure in their lives who could buckle down and get to work if needed.
I never hung out with a group of YOUNG, IRRESPONSIBLE DUMBASSES
like I have when I in my idiocy, moved out of the Art School Dorms (that shit is another story).
like I have when I in my idiocy, moved out of the Art School Dorms (that shit is another story).
So what happened was I was staying in this place in Ft Lauderdale called Wilton Manors as a student of the Art Institute of Ft Lauderdale, I was going there to learn Web Design and my roomie, known as Ryan, a 22Y.O. young, air-headed Industrial-Design student with hippy-like passive-aggressive behavior.
Even though he introduced me to the Devils Cabbage, this is one guy you don't wanna pattern your life after. This guy was so wishy-washy when it came to making decisions it was straight ignorant.
Now a bit about my personality, I was a young, go-getter ready to take on the world. If I had a Job, I would put on as many people as I could, so for about 2 months I would help him to try to find jobs here and there.
This lazy-asses would hardly do shit but eat, sleep, smoke weed and fuck dirty hoes..
Now this being my first time ever occupying a ghetto-ass gay community, I knew enough to know how to recognize bad situations, but I would like to say that I have NEVER stayed in a crack-infested neighborhood before. Wilton Manors is an area in Ft. Lauderdale
Me and my first roommate were moving into Wilton Manors from the art institute dorms, It was a pretty sweet deal at the time. $1100 monthly for a 1100sq/ft apartment. ( in Ft. Lauderdale a fucking STEAL compared to today)
I'm from Florida and he was from Maryland. I was still in the Reserves at the time and he was a Citadel Dropout.
I tried to make it work.
Now I'm not saying that I was a stellar Airman, but I strongly believe in these two rules.
1.Finishing what you start.
If you have a particular project you have to work on, SEE IT THROUGH TO THE END.
2.Cleaning up your own mess.
Never leave a mess for someone to clean up, this pisses me off more than anything else.
Due to me being the responsible one,
The very two things he wasn't able to do, due to his own habits.
I remember when we had (I had)just enough to cover the rent, (Not Just my half, BOTH OUR HALVES)
However there was hardly any food due to me spending my Entire, every-two-week check on rent, so when it comes to food, it was mostly fending for ourselves.
HOWEVER.
He would let his culinary friends stock food in our empty-ass fridge that we couldn't afford to feed ourselves.
This idiot would let them store FOOD IN OUR FRIDGE WE COULDN'T EAT!
(PIC)
I wanted to slap the shit outta this guy!
I'm thinking to myself "why in the fuck would you let your friends store food inside our fridge when we're starving like a muthafuka over here!"
One day when I was at work he just dipped out and went right back home never to come back leaving me with the bills and a big a** mural on his wall.
I am positive that he was probably trying to leave on a good note.
Just Two things:
One, He waited until I was away from work, cleared his things out and fucking left! A bitch move that I can't respect.
Guys like him are the type who sit down to pee cause they were never taught to do otherwise.
Two this guy was such an EMOTIONAL TAMPON air-headed hippie that he simply didn't think about things like Money, Responsibility, Bills etc because he said that it was a 'downer' to him.
I hope that guy gets syphilis.
He was easily one of the most irresponsible people I have ever encountered! He didn't think about how his giant Peace logo was going to cost us our security deposit (that my stupid ass paid on).
When you are a technical person, and have an artist for a roommate, there's a 6 out of 10 chance that you have to clean up every f****** mess they make. Even though they think they're doing it in good spirits they never consider the fact that there are consequences for their creative artistical habits.

These were two of the dumbest young bucks I have ever seen.
These acted exactly like the very stereotypes I fought against my whole life, but the "christian in me"
thought:
'I am my brother's keeper we gonna help each other out, get jobs, and come up together'
I wish it was like that.
Fred and Sean were the 1st ignorant hood idiots I had ever encountered since high school.
Fred was Puerto-Rican who just couldn't keep his dick outta pussy, no matter how nasty the girl was.
Young and dumb, The only thing that they were good at was fucking any dumb bimbo who chased broke ass thugs.
I would always be the guy who would try to lift others up out of poverty and try to give people jobs try to hook them up.
Yet these 2 dumbasses will completely forget about a job interview I set up for them.
I guess that you could say that I have bad luck for my naivete, I was trying to be my brothers keeper, and me trying to help every person that I see.
I ain't never doing that s*** again.
If you would have thought that I would have learned my lesson by now, Im afraid the answer is no.
So I had enough of having any BROKE roomies until I met Dexter; a rich kid, always seemed to have money from what I could tell.
Nope.
Dexter had HORRIBLE spending habits.
Dex was one of those dudes who would drop bread on shoes, and clothes.
But Dexter was broke AF trying to look like he was ballin outta control, but he wasn't. He would always be late with rent and constantly telling me that he had no money. I can't believ at how much he would whine and bitch about not paying the water bill when he outchea droppin bread pn a new PS3 (It was 2007 at the time.)
The moral of the story is this:
NO ROOMMATES.
NO. FUCKING. ROOMATES.
if you can't pay rent by yourself, move back in with your parents, get a full time job, but whatever you do do not even risk your sanity, your peace-of-mind to get a roommate.
Last I heard about those three jackoffs, Ryan went home and became a full-time hippy and the other two dumb bucks just got more and more reckless, eventually dropping off kids all over the place and becoming part of the problem.
Peace of mind is most definitely worth it.
Your place, if affordable, is your fortress of solitude against the world. When you got grown-ass adults running around your place like they're 14, you start thinking long and hard about kicking them the fuck out.
The price of peace-of-mind is worth it.