A little update on two posts down.  The motorcycle guy is dead.  Everyone here is giving me a different story about it. 

    Near as I can piece together the guy was over at our house drinking.  He started getting billigerent and my room mate Matt told him to leave. 

    I think he was getting billigerent because Matt was getting with his girlfriend.  The dude took off angry (and drunk).  The little cross with all the flowers out in front of my house marks how far he got. 

    When we got home, after talking to the police, we came inside.  Matt was in his room making out (?) with the dead dude's girlfriend.  The next night when they were talking about it they showed no emotion whatsoever.

    The point of this story is to illustrate the need for me to move out of this house.  Steve and I have been looking for new places to go, and we are to be out by the end of the month. 

    I can't handle living in a place where my room mate is drunk all the time.  Every night when I come home the house smells like alcohol.  He's either drinking or asleep on the couch. 

    After the biker dude got killed they poured all their alcohol down the drain and agreed to not drink any more.  It was no suprise that their resolution didn't even last 24 hours. 

    My landlord was arrested the other day for being a drug dealer.  He got out on bail , and denies that he has been dealing drugs.

    Time to move.