I called my friend Hunter’s old land lord and inquired if he had any openings. He said that he would have apartments opening up starting in January and all through to the spring. I asked him if her building had any openings in particular and he said yes.

THANK GOD. 

My roommate finds new and interesting ways to suck. Tonight I have a headache from a combination of the stink of weed smoke and his loud bassy music that falls into the category of “retard with a mixing board” genre. When he first moved in and started playing that shit he kept saying “Its ok! Its not dub step!” like that some how makes this shit bearable. There really is no difference between dub step or glitch or house or electro or any of that club shit. It probably all sounds like Mozart when you are strung out on ecstasy. I’m going to buy the son of a bitch some headphones and hope he uses them. I hate his music and I can’t smoke pot anymore because of my job.

Also his friends are all sketch balls. Four of them came shuffling in. They were in his room for about 20 minutes and then they were gone. He tells me that he just smokes and does not deal, but sometimes I wonder. They weren’t here long enough to just smoke. They made me uncomfortable, so calmly got up, put on my coat, went to my room, put my pistol in one of my coat pockets and kept my hand on it in case something went wrong. If any of these bastards break in on us because of him, there is going to be hell to pay.