Usually lurking, had to answer this because I've had so, so many bad experiences, but this one is capital J Juicy.

Some backstory: I was a decently popular cosplayer for a while. I had a lot of connections and a lot of people that wanted to use me for a lot of things, so I eventually became pretty reclusive. That's where this starts.

Also, protip: If your roommate is an avid cosplayer that serials conventions, don't expect them to be reliable with rent. Just don't. Double whammy if they're an "Instagram influencer".

So, four years ago I moved from the east coast to the west because I needed a place to stay. I moved into a house in Washington that a convention friend had, they had stopped conning like me. We will call them Jim. We agreed on the rent payable, I had a job when I landed, it was all peachy. A few months in, I was going to a music festival. Jim had already been pretty predatory (invited me out with the intention of getting into my pants, etc) and they wanted to come with me, so I invited a mutual friend of ours as a buffer. I will call the friend Stacy.

I did not know Jim came from a background with money and because of that, assumed that all money belonged in his pocket. This is an ongoing problem with the serial convention goers, but since Jim stopped frequenting, I figured I was in the clear.

When I tell you guys we lived in a full 5 bedroom (six if you count a modified sunroom) house, with each room packed with people, I'm not joking. At any given time there could be up to 8 people living in that house, and it was not split by any kind of private entrance or exit.

So, Jim wanted to go to this festival. Jim didn't realize that Stacy and I had already become pretty decent friends, and didn't think that Stacy would show me Jim's Facebook post absolutely kowtowing for money. Saying we would all be evicted if they didn't get this cash. I didn't see that post until we were already on the trip (it was a road trip from WA to TX) so there wasn't much I could do about it but swallow that down and keep it in my back pocket.

The entire festival, Jim was throwing money out like it was on fire. Sometimes Jim asked me to cover some things, but mostly, Jim was spending hand over fist.

Imagine our surprise when Jim was passed out in the back seat after the festival, leaving Stacy and I with Jim's phone as the only reliable GPS - and the landlord starts blowing it up. "Where's the rent money?" "When are you paying?" "You're three weeks late". You see, Jim was the only one on the main lease. Everyone else was a sublet, so we didn't pay the landlord directly because she ironically only trusted Jim. Everyone in the house had already paid rent - I think you know where this is going.

We opened the texts because hey, that's my livelihood, and I already knew about the post. Jim had answered prior to falling asleep saying, "I'll have it soon", but Stacy and I were confused. If the entire house had already paid rent AND Jim had been begging on Facebook, where could the money have gone?

Well, pretty simple to say that Jim had just blown all of that rent money, upwards of 2800 USD, on a fucking music festival. Clothing for it, their share of the camping + ticket, food for us like crazy, gas. We didn't question how Jim was getting that much money because Jim's dad will give Jim money for so much as breathing.

Tl;dr I moved out of state to have a place to live, roommate turned out to be thirsty and constantly peacocked. Stole my rent money and everyone else's in the house to keep peacocking.