So, it looks like we’ll be needing a new room mate. Tension between Dirk & Aaron finally came to a head last night when Aaron kicked Dirk’s backpack into Dirk’s guitars, slightly damaging one of them. This has been building up for a while, including Aaron’s lack of money, Aaron’s complete refusal to get a better job, Aaron’s disgustingly high rate of consumption for groceries he never buys, and Aaron’s overall attitude. He is just plain shitty to live with, and honestly thinks that the freedom to use the internet (on a computer he does not pay for, on an account he does not pay for) is in the goddamn Bill of Rights. He started threatening not to pay bills if we didn’t give him damn-near unlimited access to the internet, his source of friends and masturbatory material.
Right this minute, he’s at his mother’s house, begging her to let him move back in. I hope she takes him. He’s a pointless waste of flesh. Aaron thought I was going to intercede with Dirk on his behalf, but damaging the property of others is going a bit too far. Do you want to hear some more stories?
When we first moved in, he installed a lock on his bedroom door, saying he didn’t want anyone going into his room when he wasn’t there. Fine – nobody cares about the shit in his room. However, he would go into our room while we were at work, poke around, eat the food we bought for ourselves, and then complain about us hiding food in our rooms. We had to have a discussion about group food vs. food people buy for their own consumption.
Then, he upped the ante – he started taking Dirk’s stuff (CD’s, videos, a guitar once) into his room, locking his door, and leaving for work. He also locked his cat in a few times, for 12 hours or more. This generally meant that he wouldn’t be back until midnight or so. So I broke in a couple times, to retrieve said items. Aaron got pissed, detecting the break-in by the fact that these items were no longer in his room. I calmed him down, everything seemed fine.
Until he started locking the door, but closing it improperly. His cat would push open the door, and no-one would think to close it because for all we knew, he’d quit being a freak and left it open himself. Unfortunately not. He accused me of breaking into his room every single day, occasioning me getting up in his face and telling him that his stuff was so unbelievably dull that he couldn’t pay me to look at it. He calmed down again for a few weeks. It was 7:30 on a Sunday morning, out of the blue, that I woke up to the sound of a power screwdriver. Aaron was putting a bunch of drywall screws into the door frame, right in front of the area where you would slide a credit card in to jimmy the door. I asked him what the fuck he was doing and he muttered, “I’m tired of Dirk breaking into my room all the time.” Eyebrows raised, I went back to bed.
Having swallowed the fact that we definitely weren’t getting our deposit back, we ignored Aaron’s room with the 20 drywall screws in the doorframe, and Aaron calmed down. Then, we were borrowing a few videos from a friend, and guess what Aaron did? Oh yes, he locked them in his room, and kept them locked in his room for a couple days. Meanwhile, the friend (Brent) was getting frantic. Be mindful of the fact that Aaron works very different shifts from us, and we generally communicate by notes – he ignored our notes. So, using a bread knife coupled with the knowledge that Aaron had put the drywall screws into the frame just a little too far from the door to actually be much hindrance, we broke in and got our friend’s videos.
Aaron came home early and went ape-shit. Completely oblivious to the fact that Brent was there, along with a bunch of other friends of ours, he had a giant shit-fit about how unacceptable it was to break into his room, no matter what the reason. I told him he shouldn’t lock other peoples’ property into his room if he wanted to maintain his privacy, and he slammed out of the apartment.
He returned with......a block of wood. Right there, in front of all our friends, he took all the drywall screws out of the doorframe (which left giant holes) and nailed this big block of wood in their place. Aaron was freaking out so badly that he didn’t even realize anyone was there, I think.
A lot of my problem with Aaron is that he’s a giant fucking hypocrite. He freaks out about other people touching his stuff, but treats our stuff as though it’s his (like picking up Dirk’s guitars and playing them while Dirk’s asleep). If Dirk had done to any of Aaron’s guitars what Aaron did to Dirk’s guitar this morning, Aaron would have attempted to kill him. But Aaron thinks it wasn’t a big deal and that Dirk should get over it.
I’ve been wanting Aaron out of the apartment for a while. He’s inconsistent, he threatens us if we don’t do things the way he wants, he’s a leech, and he’s terminally stupid. My only question now is, who do we get to live with us, if he actually leaves? Rent’s $330 a month, plus utilities (generally comes to about 150 a month, max, and that’s only if you make a lot of long-distance calls), and you practically get your own huge bathroom (which guests will use as well).
