So, bit of a back story. I have epilepsy, but rarely have seizures. My wife and I own a pretty good chunk of property here in the mountains, and have spent a lot of time adding on to our house. Because of my larger grow set-up this winter we both decided it might be a good idea to get some extra help with the bills, with both of us being in grad school and holding down full time jobs. I put an ad in Craigslist for a housemate. This person could be male or female, and would have the third level of the house to themselves. That means bedroom, living area, balcony, full bathroom and full climate control up there. We're not asking for utilities, just for $300 a month rent. It's a large space, and that's cheaper than you can even get an apartment out here for. So, I get a call this morning. Some guy named "Ryan" wants to come check the space out at about 5. Fine with me. Dude comes over and seems nice enough. Gave me a nice, firm handshake, complemented my wife's decorating, and just seems like an all around respectful guy. I told him the only thing we wouldn't tolerate is a dirty house, just clean up after himself and everything would be good. No parties up there on week nights, because of how busy my wife and I are, and he said that wouldn't be a problem, he's Mormon and doesn't drink. He did, however, say he smoked pot and wondered if that would be a problem. I said no. So, we talk about the place a bit more, he talks about himself and some of the stuff he likes to do, talks about his girlfriend and what he's studying in college. I offer him a drink, he accepts, so I get up to walk to the fridge... Right then I had a seizure. I had this dude's fucking bottle of water in my hand, and just straight up fall on the floor convulsing. So what the fuck does this piece of shit do?! N**** jacks my fucking iPod, my 360, my wife's digital camera and a few other electronics. Before he left he clearly went down to the basement (where my 2 grow rooms are) but couldn't get anything from there because all the doors downstairs are locked. Only reason I knew he was down there is because I had shampooed the carpet today, and his fucking shoe prints are all over the place. WHO THE FUCK STEALS FROM AN EPILEPTIC?! And doesn't see if they need help?! By the time I came to I was real fucking disoriented, covered in vomit and just real fucking depressed and in a lot of pain. My wife comes home, sees me, and asks why the door was just fucking wide open, yet I had made it to the kitchen. I told her about the guy, and she starts looking around, noticing shit out of place and that the above mentioned items were gone. I'm SO fucking pissed off GC. This shit really fucking depresses me. Why are people so fucking evil? Did this guy come here expecting to steal shit, or did he just figure that he could make off with some valuables while I was laid out on the floor? I don't know what to do. My wife wants to call the cops, but I remember when I was younger and our house got broken in to the cops had to come inside and look everything over. My grow is too large to move, and I'm not killing my plants. Cops are out of the question. All I have is this guys name "Ryan" (if that's even real), and the number he called me from. Of course when I called back nobody answers, so I call back again and the phone is turned off. Blaze one for me guys. I'm so fucking bummed. For you tl;dr guys: I'm epileptic, dude comes over to check out spare living space my wife and I are putting up for rent, I have a seizure, and dude robs me blind. Now I'm depressed. Thanks for listening everyone.
Dude thats FUCKED UP! What a piece of shit. I hate that guy. I wish i could rent your space . Thats cheap, and it sounds like a nice place. Id setup my own little grow as well. Calling the cops isnt a total fail, they probably wouldnt even come in over some items, just report it, give um the number or w.e and see if they can help you out. Tell them you had a seizure and all that. If you dont want them to come in then they sure as hell cant, especially if your the one in the right. Lock your basement or w.e, and just take care of it. Ohhh, wait, so this guy seen your grow op, and if you told on him he could tell on you? i understand that. That sucks man Its good to hear your okay though! You were left by yourself having a seizure, you could easily of died.
Thats the most ridiculously fucked up story. A mormon...who puffs the ganja...and is soulless? im sorry dude
Wow this is fucked up on so many levels. I don't even known where to start, cops are definetely out of the question with the grow room there and I'm not really sure how you could track the dude from just his name, maybe you could figure it out by tracking the phone number through the phone book?? Idk tho, shit sucks ass man, just take it and move on I guess =/
Damn, man. At least you know he wasn't worth living with... Try calling him from another number.... be as civil as you can, because he can fuck you over more. If he saw your grow or you told him about it... make sure you have everything locked up.. and hope he's not fucked up enough to call the cops on you. Fuck that guy. I feel for you, man. Look for your shit on craigslist! Pull some csi shit.
Nah, he didn't see my grow. I would've never let him in on that. He went down to the basement and probably tried the doors, but couldn't get in. Both my vegging and flowering rooms have standard knob locks and a deadbolt, so he definitely didn't get in. I'm really lucky he didn't go through my pockets and grab my wallet and car keys. That shit would've been really fucked up. I'm not sure what I want to do. I lost shit that I can easily just buy again, that's not even that big of a deal to me. I'm just a pretty spiritual guy and this dude's actions really hit me in the heart. I shouldn't be afraid to live my life just because I'm epileptic, and I haven't been up to this point. This shit really makes me think twice about letting random ass people in now without my wife or one of my boys there...or just being blazed 24/7 just to keep my seizures under control. What a motherfucker.
what has the world come to these days......... atleast you still got your buds and that will always put a smile on my face even on the worst days man just keep ya head things only get better
That's disgusting man, words cannot describe it. I'm sorry that such shitty things happen like that. Not to minimize it, but try to look at the positive. You were smart about having your grow room locked, so at least the fucker didn't jack the plants as well. The electronics can be replaced, (hopefully he didn't get any family heirlooms) and most importantly, you are ok, I'm sure your wife cares more about you than the electronics. Definitely check out CL for any of those items, which reminds me, with some of those things, they may have a serial number. You may be able to let some pawnshops know those items are hot,they won't take them. As for the phone number, there are a few online searches where you can do a reverse lookup of the phone number, but you might have to pay a fee to get additional info. Best of luck. Also, in the future, not to sound condescending or anything, but it might be wise to have someone there should you still choose to interview a potential roomate or whatnot, that way if another seizure happens, someone will be there to take care of you/call for medical attention. Hope things work out for you.
That guy is such a fucking piece of shit, aren't mormons good people?...that's so disrespectful. that story made me want to kill this son of a bitch, but what's karma exist for? The fucker will get what he deserves. stay strong bro, keep blazing that herb and fuck it, if you got to be high all day to keep you're illness under control then do it.
Thanks Stonedgobln, I appreciate the kind words. My wife had a brilliant idea. This dude said he's Mormon (and he is, his religious undergarments were sticking out all over the place), my wife is too, so I gave her the description of this guy and she's going to print out a flyer to hand in to all the Mormon bishops in the greater Salt Lake area. Now, that's a lot of Mormons...there's Mormon chapels on every street corner just about here in Utah, but it might be worth a try. I know this guy goes to the University of Utah, so chances are he won't be too hard to find. I go there too, so if I see the guy we're gonna exchange some words. I wish I would've kept record of all my electronics' serial numbers. I have the one for my 360, only because I still have the box, so I think I'll go around to some of the pawn shops tomorrow and pass that along to them. I'm still just so fucking heated. What a terrible person. Ah well, I've got the buds to calm me down, gonna invite a few friends over for some hits and hookah, so everything should be alright for the rest of the night. Thanks again guys.
this story really bummed me out, thinking about all the fucked up shit like this ive heard of. ANyways OP im really sorry to hear that u got jacked, especially when u needed medical attention. THats terrible and definately feel and understand ur pain. At least he didnt see the grow!
honestely that dude seems like the guy you should reverse look up and go blast his ass yo people like that dont deserve to live or atleast find out where his crib is and fuck his shit up call in drug tip line and say theres a key of hard in there and that will be the last of that dude i just cant get over this story man i had to come back and vent fucking makes me sick to hear that shit man i really feel for you
I wish i didn't read this story because now I just want this asswipe to die or atleast get the fuck beat out of him
Thanks dude. I appreciate it. I'm gonna give one of those reverse lookup things a try when I can find out which one of the 1000 services on the net are reputable. I know the guy has a Verizon phone, because it has the standard Verizon message playback. If nothing else, I have this guys number and I will be blowing his shit up at all hours of the night and passing out his number to all of my boys. All it takes is for him to slip up once and I'll be banging down his door. I hate being this angry. I'm such a mellow, peaceful dude 99% of the time.
MAN FUCK THIS DUDE. My wife is missing jewelry plus her laptop bag. No laptop in there, but my wife keeps a small Book of Mormon in there that has a bunch of sentimental value to her, plus some of her important church documents and an emergency credit card. FUCK. Shit just keeps getting worse. Now we gotta cancel her credit card and hope that she's remembering everything that was in that bag.
i wouldnt blow up his phone jsut call off a diffrent number and have someone else talk to the guy and make up some bullshit like have a girl talk and say my freind told me i wanted to meet you or take his number to the university's office or whatever and see if they have a record of this dude and if they do take down everything and pay the dude a little visit but make sure you keep it clean if you gonna go crazy man thats the last thing you need is to get the book thrown at you for kicking some douchebags teeth in (i would def reconmend kicking his teeth in though) and make sure you say this is for dankNJ as or after you kick his teeth in cause it would make my day to hear that you get the final laugh yo
dude fuck that...did you notice what kind of phone he had? as long as it wasnt a prepaid i'd call the cops on his ass and tell them exactly what happened. they can track the dude from his cell number and theyll check the local pawn shops for your shit...or you can do that. then theres proof and he's fucked.
Damn man thats fucking horrible i feel so bad for you, that lil cum stain deserves a nice ass kicking.