Chapter 18: The Storm has Passed

I know it has been awhile. Truth is I was lacking inspiration and I had the world's problems on my shoulders. The summer has been great, but it could have been better. Oh its not the classes that are killing me, it was my ex-roomie. We gave him several names, but the one that best describes him is "The Child". See parents teach their kids to be responsible, respectful and reliable. The three R's make us into a more rounded individual. My roomie was not that rounded; he was a triangle. He was terrible, threatening and most of all toxic. When he was home, it was as if toxic waste fell in and burned any good thought of being in our new apartment. My other roomie referred to him as a waste of space, which led to his name "Toxic Waste". 

He was a special kid. The outward appearance of a nerd/outcast gave of an aroma of unwanted. It was sad, he had no friends. Shortly after being friends with him he would yell at me, insult my beliefs and friends. He pushed me too far which led to his downfall. We kicked him out.

He said hell would break lose, but I knew he was all talk. Like when he said he was going to get a new job, he never did. He also talked about paying us back for stuff, which led to 2 months of waiting and nagging on him to give us the money. He paid us back, but he did it with an attitude. He said it was time for hardball; war. I said, "IF you play this game, you will lose. You don't know how to play hardball." He was filled with so much hatred that he didn't think at this game. The turnout of the game only pointed to him losing and thats what happened. He left with tears in his eyes and being unwanted, alone and depressed. 

He threatened us that he would commit suicide and we told him not to joke about that. We could hear him talk about how much he hated us as he left that rainy Friday. It was almost as if the storm clouds cried with him. As soon as he left, the clouds parted and a beautiful rainbow appeared and the sunset was amazing. The storm has passed I told my other roommate and now we can do what we have to do this last year of school. We have outlasted hell itself.

We joke time to time about the old rot that use to live among us. I would like to get a shirt thats says, "Hey Dude, Guess What?" because my roommate would say, "He's gone! We won!" We laugh about all the childish things he said to us and things he tried to get back at us. He was a friend, but now hes my enemy. As long as I live, I will remember this adventure as the toughest and most stressful thing in my life.

I can finally for once see the good in life and I can look forward to my last year in college. Senior Baby!