My Roommate Was Insane
My roommate was manic depressive, went through the worst manic episode of his life while I was on vacation. He went into my room, took all the money he could find (including my credit card), and went spending. He started stealing as many bikes and bike parts as he could at night. I came back from vacation to a huge credit card bill and seven new bikes in the yard. His room was full of seats, lights, repair kits, etc. The police came three times in the week I got back – twice he wasn’t there, the last time they took him away to a clinic for six weeks. Oh, and the only thing I asked him to do while I was gone was to take out the garbage. He put it on his balcony instead, so I came home to find pigeons with a nest and three babies living on the balcony in our garbage. He ended up getting a respiratory infection from keeping his balcony door open.
There’s so, so much more, but I’ll leave it at that.