Chaos Manor

Chaos Manor (read: rental housing) ... that's the new moniker for Slob Manor during my last month of residency. The gay couple who resided in the two-bedroom unit at the back of the house moved out yesterday afternoon. And, from all indications, the chick who resides in the attached studio is moving out sometime this week. Yes, there will only be three of us (and one freeloader) left.

Typical Chaotic Hottie

Tom, confirmed drunkard, is still "squatting" in the two-bedroom suite upstairs. He makes himself scarce during the day to avoid an encounter with the landlord. He fabricated a tale about losing the house keys earlier in the week. Thus, when the landlord came by for a final inspection, Tom was not able to surrender the keys. Obviously, he kept the keys hidden in order to continue to have access to the dump.

Typical Rent-Free Hottie

I am fairly certain that Tom, confirmed drunkard, has no plans to be admitted to the rehabilitation clinic. Why, he is already having derelict guests over in the evenings. Not to worry, the landlord will forgive and forget. Tom will be awarded my squalid room (rent-free) when I move out. He will be able to guzzle cheap booze whenever he pleases. Well, that's better than ending up as an unsheltered homeless guy.