Rick was one of the first people to move into the house. As I stated before, I’m not using any names here. It’s safe to assume that the name Rick is fictional and only serves the purpose of keeping the person I’m describing anonymous. Rick and I had been friends for years before he moved into the V house. We played music together. Rick wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but he was often very reliable, lively and fun to be around. The only problem was that we built our entire relationship around being in a band together and when the band ceased to work with him as a part of it, as did our friendship.
Rick wasn’t ready to move out of his parents house and that became very obvious in the first couple weeks at the house. In his first month of living at the house, he didn’t have enough money to move in. Being the giving friend I am, I paid most of his portion of the rent with the hope he would pay me back. No such action was ever taken. Rick wouldn’t ever clean anything. When I asked him why he didn’t do anything to help with the cleanliness of the house, his responses were transparent enough for me to see that he was used to having someone else pickup after him. One evening, he decided to make a hard boiled egg. I saw the egg was cooking, thought nothing of it, then went to sleep. Rick never came back to get the egg, eventually leading to the egg exploding in the kitchen. When I came out the next morning, I realized what had happened and I cleaned up everything that I could see. What I didn’t know was that the egg remnants had made their way behind, and into, the stove. This missed information would lead to one of the most disgusting events that ever happened in the house.
Upon his departure from his parents house, he took it as an opportunity to do most things that once could not do at their parents house. Girls, weed, and alcohol. This side of Rick was new to all of us and in the wake of its arrival we all were unprepared to deal with it. Before he moved in, Rick wasn’t really the type to use substances. At the time, most of our friends and roommates, including myself, were not heavily into substance abuse. We generally tended to stray away from all the bad stuff in those days. We were all young and impressionable, so when Rick decided to start using drugs and drinking like a fish everyone went on the offense. He would always bring over random, probably underage, girls to sleep with. On top of that, he had an ex girlfriend, who lived about an hour away, who he would constantly be driving to see. So, when he wasn’t working, he would be either curled up playing WoW in his room, smoking, drinking, driving to see his ex girlfriend or having girls over. After he moved in, we never saw him. He didn’t realize that the lifestyle he was choosing would eventually led to his swift departure from the house and our band.
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