When my first child was born, Mrs.Boon and I were not overly flushed with funds. A bloke who used to share a house with one of Mrs.Boons friends blew in to a party one night and long story short he ended up moving in with us for a while.
We were living in a big old 4 bedroom house and the 4th bedroom was almost in another wing of the house so he had his own space.
Mrs.Boon at that stage kept some spare cash in a draw in her tall boy, you would have needed to see where it was to know it was there. We returned home one day to find a note left in said spot saying "I borrowed $50, I'll put it back on payday"....
The prick had been in our room, in the "smalls" draw, taken money and had the gaul to acknowledge his theft. Didn't see him for about 4 days and upon his return I gave him half an hour to produce said $50, get his 5hit the hell out of my house and not come back. Broke down and cried, didn't he? Mrs.Boon felt sorry for him after explaining his prescription drug addiction blah blah blah. Get out.
Anyway, the person whom he shared with years ago took him in. She lived in a 3 bedroom flat at Henley Beach, as you can imagine bed 3 was pretty small and it was full of her crap. Ironing board, puch bike etc. So the bloke goes into bed two. He stays there for a few weeks before taking off with some of her stuff, toaster, electric frying pan. Whatever he could hock off for a fix, I assume.
The very best part? Her bike was covered with clothes, just draped over her bike as she was too lazy to iron them or wash them. Anyway, about 3 months after he had done a runner she went to get her bike out for a ride.....WTF?
Her bike was now a cardboard cut out of a bike with the clothes draped over it! He had cut out a couple of pizza boxes to look like a frame and had pinched her bike and draped the clothes over the cardboard! Gold.
Trev, if you're out there. You're a knob....
Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 10:57 pm
He was an angry little fella with a bad temper. Fortunately, though, it turned out he'd gone to high school with Mr McSpaz and was a bit afraid of him, so he was usually pretty careful what he said to me. My mate didn't fare so well when they broke up - he spat in her bed on the way out and harassed her over the phone for the next year or so.
