Release

Ah.  Things finally came to  head with the roommate situation tonight.  In essence, raphael is gone....but some of his stuff is still on my porch.

Since he moved in October 17th, he's slowly been trying to take over and get me to kick out my other roommate Chris.  I'd called Ralph the day Chris and I got into a huge fight and he threatened to move out on me. I did ask Ralph for help, but when I called him after class, he was no where to be found.  I figured I was safe, realizing the mistake I'd made.

Then one day, a few weeks later, Ralph just walked up in my house.  He needed a place to stay and as things were better with Chris, they were still iffy.  He stayed a few days while I mulled the idea over and must confess, I was impressed that he was into cleaning my house adamantly.  It wasn't until after I'd agreed to his staying here, the adamant became obsessive compulsive.

I'm ashamed to say that Ralph was selling his Sumoxone (a drug given to opiate addicts to help them get off the stuff) for rent.  Many, many nights there I sat on a darkened street while he ran into some house.  When I found out he was selling drugs, I stopped.
Little conversations were being carried between everyone.  Ralph's voluntarily making my bed, doing my laundry and cleaning turned into his telling Chris that I did nothing and used him like a maid.  I'd get maybe $100 rent one week, but then my food bill increased because Ralph ate more than me.  Or I agreed to take him to the doctor to find it was all the way at 56th street, followed by his offering to 'buy' me food from a fast food place (which was really him getting free food by complaining that a previous and nonexisting order was messed up), and finally with him expecting me to buy cigarettes too.

This last month has been hell with the holidays approaching.  What I blew off at first, started getting to me.  Then the major shit started; Chris told me thing Ralph said that rang with truth, otherwise he wouldn't have known. Ralph's also been telling people I was his man.

Ralph asked Chris to leave me dry and both of them move into this house down the street.   Ralph started wearing drag clothes around the house to try and entice Chris.  ...was even laying on the couch in a teddy with pink panties when Chris's girlfriend came over.

Then...Ralph has been giving me stupid little gifts, trumpting up how much they cost because he's expecting jewelery for Christmas.  Um...yeah.  So yesterday, Ralph has a thuggy black guy and a drunken ass white guy over to my house with asking, then asked the white guy to work on my car as part of my christmas gift.  The guy replaced an air filter and Ralph said he was paying the guy 50 bucks and a case of beer.  oho...later last night, I was to buy the case of beer. lol

so....around 2am, Chris tells me Ralph is gone and the front door was open.  After telling him to lock the dead bolt, I felt a little guilty and then went to sleep on the couch in case he came back.  At seven this morning, I woke up and he still wasnt home and no phone call.

This afternoon, I was looking for a dvd I'd gotten from Netflix and went on the porch to look for it.  I discovered that my portable dvd player he was using, (btw, he insisted on making the front porch his bedroom) was missing, and I found empty condom packages.

He called around 4pm to say he'd be home in an hour, was at the hospital.  I'd decided that if he couldn't produce the dvd player, he was out, but he said he'd taken it with him.

He shows up around 6 with a ton of clothes, mcdonalds and whooops, left my $100 backlit keyboard in his ride's car.  (I've been told about the keyboard and how much it cost for a week now, but something always seems to happen).  He's in a mood, talking non stop.  I interrupted to tell him not to leave like that again and leave the door unlocked.  Ralph turned it into Chris's fault, or rather tried....and they started arguing.

Ralph was trying to provoke Chris into hitting him.  My door to the computer room is broken, and shouts of crackhead, liar, thief, worthless...wear dancing in the air.  Apparently Raphael claimed he called Chris's old job at Radio Shack and said he was fired.  That was creepy.

Then...after a few minutes of my tuning them out, Chris threatens to call the cops.  Ralph looks at me, and goes "Rob, either you kick him out ... tonight, or I"m going to turn on you with the stuff I've got in this little book"

snap.

"Let me get this right, you're threatening me?" I asked in the dead tone I get when you've just stepped way over the line.  And he was ignorant enough to confirm it, and even add. 

I looked him dead in the face and said "I need you to leave".  His face crashed like the windshield of a horrible drunk driving crash.. 

He then called his lowlife stepfather, the one who Ralph threatened to turn into the IRS just two weeks ago, and told him to come get him.  That I was kicking him out like he knew I would, and that I was 'letting' Chris talk to him like shit. 

Then...reality set in a bit.  He started crying.  This only pissed me off further, and I started separating his clothes from mine in the laundry room so he wouldn't take any of mine. 

He comes in sniffling, and asks me if that's what I'm doing.  He whispers "You're killing me", to which I replied..."Not fast enough"

I locked him on the front porch with all of his stuff, and then went to sit alone for a bit.  He eventually just left the porch to go down the street and try calling me.  He left a message that his stepfather couldn't come to get him because he was drinking (imagine) and he needed a ride to his mom's.  lol.

I told Chris to lock the deadbolt.

So, raphael will have to arrange a time to get his clothes when it's convenient for me.  And i'm putting them in the yard.. 

There's a sated little evil thing inside of me, that's reveling in the revenge for what he's done to me.  He's now had a taste of what life without drugs is, and has been expelled from my eden.  I hope this drives him to do crack and die.

I'm feeling ..... released.