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So I’ve met my quota of crazy for a while. To shorten a really long story, the guy living in the basement apartment turned out to be a textbook wacko. So, not only was he scary looking, but just really fuckin scary in general. So we talked to the landlords, they called his parents. They find out he’s 25,on medication, and spent five years locked in his house afraid of the world. Hence, clearly he should be living in a house with four 20ish females. (insert sarcasm here). So his parents and the landlords came by at 10pm, and proceeded to arrange for him top leave. And he was yelling, and it was all pretty not fun. And now he is not here. And we are happy. So the whole house is happy, and we feel safe. Did I mention the giant crush I have on Pat, Dane’s brother? Frankly, holy fuckin shit. Check him out at http://patrobitaille.com/ |
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grateful.