He smoked the rent! He ACTUALLY smoked the RENT!

We were served papers today... or He was served papers. The guy buzzed buzzed buzzed and I thought is was either a hungry methed out trick OR something more official. The guy asked, in an official voice, for a "W_____ _____". It was hella early and i was still half asleep, it was afterall, a san francisco saturday morning, preceded by a san francisco friday night. I 'm here to serve papers to W____ _____ and to "any and everybody" that lives here. I was like, fuck... Here we go.

The white haired guy kept it official, aka disconnected and not so personal. I asked what it was for and signed for it. He needed to come up and check to see if W____ was here. I banged on His bedroom door but could not tell if he was here. The guy said he had to tape a copy to the door. How fucking hood is that shit, right? I was like, go for it. I even helped hold it while he taped. This only affects me in terms of the physical eviction. He's the only freak on the lease.

The Tea:

I called the Landlord myself... someone I've never spoken to before today. She didn't even know my name.

He has written 8 bad checks, all of which were eventually paid, to the landlord. That's where he tore his drawls with her. She was like, what a jerk. I love it.

HOWEVER, He wrote another bad check in June. He then wrote a bad check in July for the amount of the june and july rent. We still don't know whether the check for August is good or not.

THE CRACKED OUT PARASITE IS LIVING OFF OF ME AND BEING A BITCH ABOUT IT.

My friends say he needs a "back alley intervention". I'm too disgusted to look at him. He never even mentioned anything to me. This was all news to me! I have paid rent to him every single month! he's been living off of me. smoking my money.

He actually smoked the rent.

I don't know what will come of this. What I do know:
-We are being evicted
-it is happening "soon"
-I should not keep valuables in the apartment.

What a methy-mess.