Ok, so..
Here is the story, such as it is.
Recently, a new guy moved in here. For those who don't know what my place is like, there are three bedrooms, rented out individually, around a kitchen, bathroom, and sitting/TV room.
He normally is a nice guy, big fellow, from India I believe. We've chatted, he's shared his cooking with me. It's his hobby, apparently.
However, for the last week or more, he's been spending a lot of time on his phone, alternately yelling or crying... and when I say a lot, I mean, hours at a time. I'd have to assume relationship problems. And it really puts me on edge to be around someone fighting/arguing/whatever, but, not my place to get involved.
That being said, last night a factor came into play that made me decidedly uncomfortable. I went out to go to the bathroom and heat up some food, and there was a half-empty 750ml bottle of 40% sitting on the counter. He was passed out on the couch.
First thing, there's a house rule, no alcohol whatsoever. Something I completely approve of when I don't really know the people I'm living with - and I'm very much the smallest and the youngest here. But, whatever, I ignore this and go back to my room.
A few minutes later, 2:45 AM, he's at my door - I must have woke him up, and he's trying to get me to order food for him,which took me forever to understand. After I finally managed to get across enough information to get him to go away - mostly that I don't know the number of the place he's trying to get me to call - he thanks me for trying and wanders off. Next thing I hear is the sound of the rest of that bottle being DRAINED - how he manages to chug half a bottle of 80-proof and not get sick, never mind remaining upright, I have no clue. Then, a few minutes later, he's back on his phone.
So it was about that time I felt I wanted to get out of the house. I don't really know this guy, I don't know what he's capable of, I just know that he's been willing to come to my room in this condition, that he's not in a good mental state, and that he's just had enough to drink without food that it would have certainly laid me flat, maybe even put me in the hospital. I don't feel the least bit secure in that situation. Oh, I can take care of myself, and when he's had THAT much to drink it probably wouldn't take too much to lay him out if I needed to, but I don't WANT to have to, and nothing is ever certain when someone is under the influence.
So, discretion being the better part of valour, I called Matt and took off. And that's pretty much the story of last night.
EDIT - As I finished this, he came in with... a relative? A girlfriend? I don't know. He's still barely moving... she tells me he is "sick" and requests that "if anything happens I call an ambulance" - sounds like he's in tears now. I HATE this shit. More likely I'll have to call the police than the medicos >
Recently, a new guy moved in here. For those who don't know what my place is like, there are three bedrooms, rented out individually, around a kitchen, bathroom, and sitting/TV room.
He normally is a nice guy, big fellow, from India I believe. We've chatted, he's shared his cooking with me. It's his hobby, apparently.
However, for the last week or more, he's been spending a lot of time on his phone, alternately yelling or crying... and when I say a lot, I mean, hours at a time. I'd have to assume relationship problems. And it really puts me on edge to be around someone fighting/arguing/whatever, but, not my place to get involved.
That being said, last night a factor came into play that made me decidedly uncomfortable. I went out to go to the bathroom and heat up some food, and there was a half-empty 750ml bottle of 40% sitting on the counter. He was passed out on the couch.
First thing, there's a house rule, no alcohol whatsoever. Something I completely approve of when I don't really know the people I'm living with - and I'm very much the smallest and the youngest here. But, whatever, I ignore this and go back to my room.
A few minutes later, 2:45 AM, he's at my door - I must have woke him up, and he's trying to get me to order food for him,which took me forever to understand. After I finally managed to get across enough information to get him to go away - mostly that I don't know the number of the place he's trying to get me to call - he thanks me for trying and wanders off. Next thing I hear is the sound of the rest of that bottle being DRAINED - how he manages to chug half a bottle of 80-proof and not get sick, never mind remaining upright, I have no clue. Then, a few minutes later, he's back on his phone.
So it was about that time I felt I wanted to get out of the house. I don't really know this guy, I don't know what he's capable of, I just know that he's been willing to come to my room in this condition, that he's not in a good mental state, and that he's just had enough to drink without food that it would have certainly laid me flat, maybe even put me in the hospital. I don't feel the least bit secure in that situation. Oh, I can take care of myself, and when he's had THAT much to drink it probably wouldn't take too much to lay him out if I needed to, but I don't WANT to have to, and nothing is ever certain when someone is under the influence.
So, discretion being the better part of valour, I called Matt and took off. And that's pretty much the story of last night.
EDIT - As I finished this, he came in with... a relative? A girlfriend? I don't know. He's still barely moving... she tells me he is "sick" and requests that "if anything happens I call an ambulance" - sounds like he's in tears now. I HATE this shit. More likely I'll have to call the police than the medicos >