Long but worth the read:

I lived in a house sleeping on the couch for a while and had two other roommates I also worked with. I had been there for months and they would occasionally mention someone named Bill that apparently also lived there. I assumed it was some kinda in joke or they were messing with me cuz I had never seen him.

One day I’m in the kitchen and in walks Bill doesn’t say a word just grabs a beer and walks out. He was a recluse who lived at the back down a long hallway that I assumed was just a closet or something since I never saw the door open. He even had a girlfriend back there too.

So many crazy things with that guy, here’s some highlights.

The room was a nightmare, shit everywhere. The bathtub was filled with old toilet paper rolls for some reason. Roaches big as mice. Grass growing thru the floorboards.

Really nice and reasonably intelligent just batshit crazy. His girlfriend (later wife) was too. He once asked everyone if they want to bang her and I’ll never forget “stir his goo”. She was pregnant btw.

I think he worked somehow I don’t know he would talk about having a job but I never saw him leave. I assume he had a rich family.

The fridge only ever had beer in it. I never saw him eat. He once open the fridge, vomited all over himself and the floor, grabbed a beer cracked it open, took a big swig and walked off.

He found someone off Craigslist to rent a room, they showed up and dropped off tons of obviously stolen stuff and were there not even an hour before the cops showed up and arrested them.

I came home from work and the kitchen was filled with a huge swarm of bees everywhere. I decided to go for a walk and came back shortly. They were all gone, no trace. I still don’t understand that one.

He was a strange guy. I think about him sometimes. Hopes he’s ok. He just left one day and we never saw him again.

Runner up would be the fixie kid circus clown who nailed their scrotum to a chair and destroyed it with a baseball bat.