Ack. I've been so preoccupied with getting Aaron & the Sarge out of my apartment that I've completely neglected this place again. Well, really, I only wanted the Sarge out of the apartment, but Aaron decided he couldn't live without her and they decided to get an apartment together.
This was after a lot of drama, police calls, anger, and really bad behavior. I will illustrate this with one particular gem: one day before they were due to move out, the Sarge had her sister call the police, claiming that Dirk had threatened the Sarge while she was talking to her sister. Dirk supposedly threatened to "Beat [her] ass."
Now, anyone who knows Dirk knows what an incredible pile of horseshit that is. He would never offer violence to someone, especially if it involved touching someone as physically repugnant as the Sarge. Anyway, he isn't the violent type, and I've never known him to threaten people.
Dirk was on the phone with me when the Sarge got on and said, "Dirk threatened to beat my ass and my sister heard it, so she called the cops. They're on their way. Looks like somebody's going to jail tonight. Sorry, Skatter." Holy Biafra, that girl is a fucking cunt. The triumphantly smug tone of voice when she said that reached down into me and flipped the little switch labeled "bitch must die." She hung up before I could rip into her, though.
The police showed up, Dirk honestly told them what happened (nothing, basically, except her knocking him offline on purpose and him unplugging the phone), and the Sarga was impatiently waiting to give her side of the story. When she gave it, and the policeman was unimpressed, she pointed out the fact that her sister heard the alleged (fake) threat, obviously expecting that he would arrest Dirk on the spot. There was a six-second pause, then the policeman said, "Ohh, I see. We're not playing that game." He went on to inform the Sarge that he was violently unimpressed with her technicality bullshit, told her that she obviously wasn't fearing violence from Dirk, and went on to rip her a new asshole for acting like a teenager. Then he left, after telling her not to call for bullshit like that again.
That was Thursday. She spent Thursday evening sucking up as much as humanly possible. They moved out on Friday; I helped, figuring that the faster they got out, the better off we'd be. We helped them move until 2 a.m., then Aaron decided he was too tired to move anything else. He hemmed and hawed and basically refused to give us their new phone number before he left. They left behind Aaron's cat, his filthy litterbox, two chairs, his TV stand, and the box springs from his bed. Aaron promised he'd be back for it the next day.
They took my phone book and my dishwasher detergent.
Saturday came and went with no word from Aaron. We cleaned like nutballs, because the floor in their former bedroom was a nightmare - okay, Dirk cleaned like a nutball. I cleaned the counters and stove in the kitchen - no small feat after the Sarge cooked there. Cat vomit, cat shit, strange wrappers, odd stains, they had it all. There was also an odd brown smear on the wall at about eye level - I still don't know what it is. Both Saturday and Sunday were spent cleaning up their nastiness. In the bathroom, next to the toilet, was a pile of soaked paper towels and a bag of trash. There was shit mixed in with the paper towels - I suppose the toilet overflowed and they just soaked up the mess. Eew. They took their shower curtain hooks (which weren't theirs anyway - we bought them), and left the old shower curtain in a pile in the bath tub. Holy god, I'm glad they're gone.
We're going to have to take them to court for the electric and phone bill, though. Everything is/was getting shut down due to nonpayment (thanks to the fact that they're perpetually broke) and of course they couldn't afford to pay their part because of the apartment they're moving into. Humiliating = having to ask your mom to pay the back payment for your electricity so it doesn't get shut off. I hate them with a fiery passion.
Since they hadn't come by for any of their stuff by mid-afternoon Sunday, I found the road they lived on and left a note on the Sarge's car. It wasn't a nice note - partially because their damn cat was eating all our cat food, and their shit was getting in the way of our cleaning. I basically told them they had to get their shit last night or I was going to throw it away, and pointed out that the note wouldn't have been a necessity if they'd bothered to give me their phone number.
I came home and all their shit and their cat was gone. Aaron left me a nice note, as if I hadn't basically ripped him a new one, and gave me their new phone number. I immediately called his mother and gave her their new number, so she could torment them. She's uber-pissed about Aaron's continued relationship with the Sarge, and not at all shy about her feelings.
So, what do I see in the future? For a short time, Dirk and I are going to be outright miserable, I can say with authority. We're having to scramble for this month's rent payment, and pay out the ass to keep our utilities on. However, everything should be cleared up by about mid-month, and we'll have enough money to keep this punk-rock existence going comfortably for a while. Dirk wants to look into buying a house, but I think we need to get out of debt first. For the long-term, Aaron and the Sarge are going to be broke, miserable, and very sorry. They both have old worn-out cars that their jobs revolve around the use of. These vehicles break down at least once every 3 weeks, due to the hard usage they're put through. Bad credit, bad spending habits, the need for the best of everything, and Aaron's need to talk to his internet girlfriends on the phone are going to bring them down quickly.
They will also drive themselves crazy without the buffer of Dirk & I to keep them united against an enemy front. I predict that once they've settled in (in roughly a week or so), Aaron will start coming around the apartment to get away from her. Poor sod will be begging us to allow him back in within six months. Unfortunately, his room is already our music room, so he'll be shit out of luck.
Anyway, while I'm thinking about it, learn about Changing the Climate. I'll write more tomorrow. Send me questions, and I'll answer them.
