Our landlord called me today asking about Bob. He hasn't paid anything since I last reported. He's been working for 2 weeks now plus he raked in $600.00 by begging for money on his blog. She's never gonna throw him out so I really don't care if she gets paid or not anymore.
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Friday, October 20, 2006
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Here's an example of Bob's -flash & burn- cooking method. You need a chisel to clean it. This is everyday living here.
Pots and pans are cleaned on a 'as needed' basis....and of course there's no room left in the sink for them. If I leave any clean pots or dishes laying around , he'll use mine instead of cleaning his own....so I no longer clean mine, what's the point?
I've recently learned that Coma Boy has a blog somewhere. I guess this is what he does while sitting on his ass 24 hrs/day. He is now begging for money on his blog....internet panhandling, if you will....and yes, people are actually sending this scumbag money. He made up some sob story about how he can't find a job and needs money or he'll be homeless soon.....well, it's partially true I guess. You losers out there who read blogs really need to be cautious about who you're dealing with over the internet. For some people, the internet is their fantasy world....their reality can be appalling.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
I'm a full time antiques dealer. I told her what prices to ask for her stuff before the sale. She thought I was too low of course. The couch was a real ornate one with a nice carved frame with birds, just needed new upholstery. It was worth $200-300 easily as-is, the sewing machine was worth $75-100, the coffee table was 70s junk. I told her to ask for less than those values at the tag sale if she really wants them to sell. She got many offers on the couch and sewing machine but turned them all down. After the sale they were left in the driveway, out in the elements to this day.
The couch is now totally collapsed, wood is all split and covered with mold, the oak top to the sewing machine eventually fell apart and someone took the base, I don't think she cared. Our neighbor has been complaining to the city about her trash pile for the last 6 months.
Our city has a blight law which took effect about a year ago and the city deemed both her houses as blighted. She's been getting letters and phone calls from the city all summer to remove all the trash and paint both her houses. She just ignores it all. Last Friday, she had a large notice from the city tacked to her front door, says she has 24 hours to remove all the trash or she will be fined $100/day. 4 days later, the trash is still there. Nothing ever changes here at hell house.
Tonight Bob came home from work at 7pm with bags of food and a 30 pack. Maybe he'll pay the rent or utilities next week. He turned the oven on and went upstairs and spaced out. The oven had a baking dish half full of lard from his last meal still in there. After a half hour the house was filled with smoke again. I had to pound on his door til he came out and took the dish out. I opened the doors and windows while Bob went back to ass sitting with a couple cold ones. He's got a lot of beer to drink before daybreak.
I should probably refer to my landlord as a 'landlady' but I think that sounds dumb. Our landlord is a subject for another post. She's almost as much of a dysfunctional moron as Bob.....not quite in Bob's league though.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
I spoke with our landlord today. She wants to know if Bob is looking for a job, he's 2 months behind in the rent now. I told her he's still sitting on his ass in his room all day doing nothing. She says she's going to throw him out next week if he doesn't pay something. We shall see. Bob is still unconcerned about anything except being able to spend another day sitting on his ass.
The radiator was leaking on it for a while. He would just carry antifreeze with him and refill it at every stop instead of fixing it. His car would have a stream of antifreeze coming out when it was parked here. This went on for a couple months until one of our neighbors complained about it. She was worried about her cat drinking it and croaking. He eventually fixed it.
When that car finally died, he just left it in the street here until the city towed it away. He now drives an old rust-bucket Chevette that someone gave him. It also has no muffler and I don't think he'll be buying one anytime soon.
Monday, October 02, 2006
One thing I've noticed with heavy drinkers (I've known a few) is they never get sick. They never get colds, never get the flu, not even the sniffles. Does all the alcohol in their system kill the germs? I don't know.
Sunday, October 01, 2006
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Bob, Space Cadet
I usually describe Bob to others as a waste of oxygen or a 'Walking Vegetable'. Most people will ask, "what's a walking vegetable?" Well, a vegetable when refering to a person, is someone who is clinically brain dead. They may still be breathing or kept alive by machines but their brain is no longer functioning. They are basically dead but still breathing, unable to move. Bob's brain has stopped functioning but he is still mobile. I believe this may be the first known example of a 'Walking Vegetable'. Perhaps science should take notice.
Friday, September 29, 2006
As you can see, Bob never throws anything away...that would require physical exertion on his part. Cans, bottles, food, whatever is set down and there it stays. Most of our house would look like this if I wasn't picking up after him. The chair is where Bob sits on his ass all day and night. His computer is left on as it always is. All the cans on the floor are half full with rotted beer. There is rotting food spilled everywhere and whole, uneaten pork chops on the floor.
As you can see, Bob is on his 3rd computer tower........Yes, there's 1 more on the bottom. Each tower now serves as a stand for the new one. There's a couple more monitors in there too...somewhere. The big, ugly lamp is sitting on a long banquet table....the table hasn't seen the light for a few years.
After all this garbage was removed, there was an inch thick layer of crust on the floor all around his chair.........Oh, and most of the garbage was put behind our house in bags as Bob can't be troubled to walk it to the street for pick-up, so there it remains to this day. Believe it or not, there is a cushion in there somewhere against the wall that he sleeps on.
Bob hasn't spoken to me in over a year now. That's not unusual I haven't heard him say more than 2 complete sentences in the 4 1/2 years we've been living together. He talks to his family and has a couple people he talks to on the phone once in a while, but otherwise he doesn't talk to anybody. He seems to be in his own little dream world.
Our landlord lives right next door to us so she will be coming over reguarly for Bob's past rent I'm sure. She's very tight with money. Our next month's rent is due in a couple days. Thankfully, we both always pay seperately. Bob is still spaced out, sitting on his ass, not looking for a job. Eventually, he will either have to leave or will keep sitting here until he's evicted. Then I'll be stuck having to pay the full rent until I can find another roommate or I'll have to move also. I dread having to move again.
For the past 2 years, Bob no longer acknowledges utility bills. I now just pay the electric each month. The phone and gas bills are stacked up on the mail table in our hallway, all unopened. Once in a while I'll open one. We have been getting a shut-off notice each month, for the past 12 months, from the gas co. They never shut if off though. The bill is now at approx. $1,000.00.
The phone bills sit unopened along with the gas bills. Our phone has been shut off 4 times, each time Bob runs out and pays the minimum amount to turn it back on. Bob likes to sit on his ass in front of his computer all day reading and spacing out, so this he's willing to pay for.
Bob's computer is on 24 hrs a day/7 days a week/365 days a year, he never turns it off....He uses an electric blanket in the winter. This is also left on 24/7. When Bob was working, I had to go into his room each morning to shut everything off. Our oven is usually on for about 4-5 hours each day to cook Bob's dinner. About half the time, he forgets to turn it off so it's left on all night. Our monthly gas bill is usually between $70 - $80 /month. A normal gas bill would be $30 - $40 monthly, but then Bob isn't normal.
Thursday, September 28, 2006
It takes Bob at least an hour to take a shower. He stays in the shower until all the hot water runs out which takes about 25 minutes. Then he stays in the bathroom for another 40 minutes in total silence. All the moisture caused the paint to peel off and the walls were covered with mold. I had to repaint the whole room while Bob was busy sitting on his ass.
His main food is pork chops. It takes him 4 hours to cook 1 pork chop. He turns the oven on 2 or 3 hours before he plans to use it. He cooks 1 pork chop at 400 for at least 2 hours. It is completely dried out and black. Sometimes he spaces out or falls asleep while cooking stuff. He always leaves a trail of spilled food from the kitchen, upstairs to his room.
Today I came home to an entire jar of pickled peppers spilled on the floor, I cleaned it up as Bob was too busy sitting on his ass. Last night the landlord came by again for Bob's past rent. Bob said he was starting a new job today and would have the money next week. "That's great news Bob, congratulations!" she said.
Bob spent today sitting on his ass, no job. He has another big evening planned tonight......Drinking beer, urinating and sitting on his ass.
So for the first couple of years things weren't too bad. Bob went to work during the day and would go to bed before 12:00 pm. He never cleaned anything in the house or did any of the yard work, he just sat in his room playing on his computer and drinking. I dealed with it..................................
So, fast forward to September 2004 and the nightmare begins. Bob goes completely looney, why I don't know. All of a sudden, Bob no longer sleeps. I'm being woken up at 3am with music blaring (our bedrooms are right next to each other), Bob is staggering around the house all night intoxicated. I'm finding him sleeping on the toilet at 5am. This goes on continuously, every night. He is still going to work each morning on 2 or 3 hours sleep. He starts napping after work at 6pm, waking up at 9 to start drinking 'til dawn. This continues 'til Feb. 2006 when Bob finally gets fired from his job of 10 years. His room at this point is filled, floor to ceiling, with rotting garbage, liquor bottles and beer cans ( I'll post pics of this later, not for the squeamish!)...........Now the real fun begins.........
From March 2006 til Aug. Bob collects unemployment. He now converts to a strict vampire routine. Goes to bed at sunrise, sleeps til sunset, drinks all night. His family supplements his meager unemployment checks so he can stay stocked up with booze and food this whole time. At this point, Bob is no longer doing anything but sitting in his room 24 hrs a day, only going out to get booze and food. He stopped paying the utility bills over a year ago. Our phone was shut off 4 times..........
Now for the present time. Bob never paid his rent last month. He is still staying in his room all day doing nothing. His unemployment ran out a month ago. His family is still keeping him stocked with liquor and food. Our gas service has been scheduled for shut-off for over a year now but they never shut it off. Our phone should be shut off again next week.
Stay tuned for more in depth stories of my roommate, the walking vegetable.. aka Count Drunkula.