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touchxheaven · 4 years

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Got a bad roommate story i feel like telling because of recent events SO....

The year is 2017 or something and i move to Philadelphia to start a band, a year passes by and band moves in together for the sake of an easy practice space. We’re on tour in October of 2018 and bassist has a past tinder date come to a show cause it was in the area. She already confessed her LOVE for him. (this was i think their third time hanging out) He tells us he doesn’t want a relationship cause he isn’t over his ex and blah blah blah, they start dating cause that man was and always will be an idiot. She would come by our house and everyone (i live with four other people) would be cordial, friendly even.. We fucking hated her cause she only ever asked you a question so she could answer it, kinda like every washed band dude that has an interview based podcast. She was so loud and had the most annoying inflection (she’s from new jersey, the only redeeming quality of which is that it will one day be underwater) She’d fake her tastes to try and look cooler to us but it was so obvious it only evoked pity but you can’t really feel much pity for someone you don’t like,

She’d also lie about everything else, she commented on a post in her township facebook group (great indication) to try and grandstand about handing out narcan to those in need and how she grows vegetables for her community and she lives in a house where her roommates rescue pets. (i yanked a dog off the street and a cat crawled into our house, good things to do but we wanted those animals DON’T get it twisted) I don’t know if she ate vegetables let alone was a part of a community garden (of which there are several nearby) and she certainly never touched narcan in her life (despite it being very available) She was just a fucking assclown and we all knew it.

In the summer of 2019 we went on our longest tour to date and by day 3 she was crying on the phone begging our bassist to come home. She had zero friends (for obvious reasons) and my partner who lives with me wasn’t trying to hang out (for obvious reasons)

We played a show in Arkansas or Alabama or something and someone from the band Thou gave us acid (thanks.) Our soon to be ex drummer (thank god, different story different day, same tour tho) and later to be ex bassist (oh look a theme) took the acid as we drove from Arkanbama to Douglasville, Georgia (that’s where The Chariot are from) where the remaining two of us slept in the parking lot, before we went to bed we noticed there where several texts and six missed calls (and counting) on our dipshit bassists phone, he was outside tripping hard and we had no intention of telling him in hopes all six or so (pathetic and fight filled) months of their relationship fell apart right then and there.

The sun shines through the fading tint of the windows in our 2003 ford van, Alex (guitar) and I wake up to see ex-drummer trying to comfort ex-bassist outside in the parking lot, someone’s crying, this is it (we think) she’s finally gonna move out and we can enjoy not tip toeing through my house to avoid that loud obnoxious south jersey loser.

Douglasville isn’t very far from Atlanta (where our next show was) so we decided to enjoy the nature of rural Georgia before the show. It was a nice day out and there were several state parks near by. Bassist spend the entire day on the phone, “We broke up.” “We’re back together.” We’re all sick of it. The show in Atlanta was a fest we shouldn’t have played as the only metalcore band on a twinkle emo fest, but the dude who booked it liked us and promised to pay us well. He didn’t even watch the set, it’s fine though, we had to deal with heart ache. Bassist really seemed like he was gonna pull the plug on things, he really fucking did, she demanded the night prior that he come home IMMEDIATELY and that just wasn’t gonna happen, there were two more days or something.

We play the remaining shows and get home, drummer is soon kicked out for something that happened on the tour, they were the only one in the band who wasn’t living with us at the time. We add our roommate Kyle on drums and a mutual friend of Alex and Bassist (who grew up together.) The point is, everyone in the band are friends now, I’m probably the most alienated cause i’m a curmudgeon but we all have a good time together, after a year and a half of me wanting to fight our drummer.

At this point i feel like i have the hang of kicking people out of things, having evicted a guitarist prior and now our drummer from our ensemble. The final straw as this idiots roommate was her screaming about her makeup bag getting ruined in her boyfriends friends car (she left it there undoubtedly.) I think she hit him over this whole thing, I was sick of it and told everyone to get downstairs so we could tell her she has two weeks to find a new place or move home. In that whole conversation she tried to say she would stay because “squatters rights” which goes to show you how much this brainlet knows about anything. She wasn’t on the lease at all but we still allowed her to stay. I told her she would come home to all of her belongings on the street if she didn’t have a place in two weeks. I wasn’t fucking around. She ALSO tried to say she was going to keep the cat that crawled into our home prior to her moving in on the basis of “it sleeps in my room all the time” which was true but only because she closed her fucking door with it inside. I got incredibly loud with her and uh.. asserted that she didn’t want to try to take the cat that wasn’t hers out of our home.

We told dipshit bassist he didn’t have to leave but he obviously chose her over us. Which is fine I wasn’t really too fond of him as he was a spazz, funny but so fucking dumb.

They move out together and we go on another tour, this one was ten days, not our longest but not our shortest either. First tour that wasn’t just two days together since we kicked the idiots out of our house.

Bassist spends the entire day on the phone with her in the back of the van. We had a show seven hours away in Harrisonburg Virginia. At gas stations when we could get separation from the idiot we exchanged what we thought we heard over the phone. “Do you want me to call 911?”

We arrive in Harrisonburgh, we’re probably an hour from playing when Bassist tells me that his girlfriend cut herself and that she’s in the hospital and he has to return home as soon as he can get a bus. Previously when she had “cut herself” while we were in Georgia I asked him if he ever saw the scars. He said no (this is because there weren’t any) So i told him what any person would and said he was being manipulated and this constitutes an abusive relationship (as if fighting and her hitting him didn’t already.)

I am fairly certain that if you end up in the hospital with self harm scars they don’t allow you to have contact with anyone on the outside for 72 hours, I could be wrong, but regardless this idiot was liking stupid white girl tweets the entire time, not indicative of someone who tried to take their own life because their boyfriend has been gone for ten hours. We spend the night at the house we played at, woke up, he was gone. He took his bass with him without asking us, which i understand was his property but i could have easily played the instrument while doing vocals for the remaining days, or we could have taught our second guitarist the bass parts before the next show and played as a 4 piece again. We ended up managing to get fill ins for most of the shows which was insane, performances ranged from insane to “what are you doing” but we were having way more fun without the dude.

We obviously kicked him out of the band soon after, haven’t seen him since. Felt like sharing this story as him and his stupid girlfriend got jumped last night. I smiled so fucking hard about it.

Ex-Bassist still has 750 dollars that they owe me cause i covered their rent for months while they quit job after job because “i’m just not fulfilled here.” She still spends all day online talking about shit she has no clue about to try and seem cool for like one like per tweet, not that likes matter for shit but you just KNOW she wants them bad. Only reason I know they got jumped is cause she tweeted about it and I lurk occasionally cause obviously i have problems keeping an eye on things i wish would cease being.

Kinda pointless story but mildly amusing, might tell more stories if i’m bored enough, this has been a good time kill

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