In my lunch break I went to a gas station to fill the tank of my car, after that I went cruising around because I had some time to waste, I ended up near my first apartment in Carolina.  Memories of how miserable I was there started to flood my mind.  Why miserable you ask?

Well, for start, I spent like three months there alone, I had no friends, no family, no internet, no cable, nothing.  It was hell, I wanted to go back home crying to my mommy, I missed everyone.  In the third month of that hell my brother found a job in the area and came to live with me, and it was ok, I had no privacy, but it was ok. 

Shortly after that the second hell started, not because I had problems with my brother or anything like that.  The little problem was that whenever there were rainy days my house flooded.  I talked with my landlord and she always said that her husband was going to fix the problem the next Saturday, always was next Saturday but the problem was never solved.  With the humidity came the roaches, at first I didn’t mind, just the occasional one wandering by, until one day I was going to take breakfast, opened the bag of bread and found dozens of roaches inside the fucking bag.  That was gross. 

Again, I talked with the bitch, and again the husband was going to fix the problem the next Saturday, and again, nothing happened.  My brother and I were so angry at the situation that we started to make plans to move, and we did it a few weeks later.  When we were moving things around the apartment to put them in the cars, roaches started to fell, there were roaches EVERYWHERE.  We set aside a portion of the apartment to shake the things and clean them so no roaches would move with us, after we cleaned and moved everything that belonged to us we were so tired and pissed off that none of us wanted to clean the apartment.  My brother didn’t wanted to leave the place all messed up, with dead roaches everywhere, so, to give him peace of mind I told him that I would clean it up.  I didn’t.  In fact, since I lost the security deposit of $400 I wanted to get even, I went to the nearest fast food and bought the greasiest food they could offer, and then left the food in strategic location in the apartment so the roaches would multiply and spread throughout the house.

A few weeks later the landlord calls me, she wanted to know when I was going to clean the apartment and I told her that I was going next week.  Several weeks go by and she calls again and tells me that I must clean the apartment because that was the “arrangement”, that I was suppose to leave the apartment as I got it, and that includes getting rid of the roach infection. So I told her that the roach infection was because of the humidity problem, which it was her fault because she hadn’t fixed the roof filtrations and that I don’t have the time or the will to go and clean that shithole that she calls home.  She got mad and started to curse me, so I told her to go and fuck herself in the ass, then hang up the phone.

The moral of this story? Don’t fuck with me cause I will get even >:-(

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