Wednesday, January 16, 2008
We'll call her "B" for Bipolar. I moved into my friend's row house following a break with my now ex-husband. She seemed a bit mentally off, but we nevertheless became fast friends. A week went by, and three guys moved into the house. Ms. B morphed into the devil's right hand in no time. A typical day in her life began with her prancing about the house in something less-than-appropriate to wear among the opposite sex. She'd then go to work to do "graphic design art" at a local screen print shop. She carried with her what I later found out was a bag full of samurai swords. She became angry one night and threw one of her swords into our front door, cracking it down the middle. She'd drink at least a bottle of wine each night, arriving home wasted and most often arm-in-arm with a skeevy male friend. She once brought home a recently-released prisoner, who she left on our back porch to "hang" with us. She frightened everyone in the house pretty quickly, since she tried to sleep with each and every one of us. We all tried to resist B, and were met with various responses. One of our male roommates, for instance, said no to one of her come-ons in our kitchen, was punched in the face, then given a blow-job; right then, right there. She tried to straddle another male roommate at his glass-blowing torch one day and was resisted. She walked into his room that night as he slept, punched him in the balls, then passed out on his floor. She awoke the next morning screaming and punching around, as though confused. She was once kicked out of a local bar. She walked out of the bar, removed her bike tire and threw it into the grill of an oncoming truck, because she was "pissed". Her dog ate various pieces of our furniture while we were at work; the couch, a chair, our clothing-anything, really. She stole all of my winter clothing as she moved out of the house. She was moving away [thank god] with "the man of her dreams", who's girlfriend later contacted us on Myspace to ask who the hell "B" was and why B was trying to get with her boyfriend... Need I say more? Thanks for reading. I wish I was lying to you. Cheers! K.