The Return of Roy

I wrote at the end of July about the drunken version of my otherwise mild-mannered roommate. Roy is an ass. I knew it was just a matter of time before he showed his face again, and he did exactly that last weekend. I'm done with him, and unless there is quickness with the moving out, accompanied by embarrassing amounts of apologies and sweetness, I'm done with the otherwise sweet person in which Roy resides as well. It's a complicated situation, as he works for the ex, but I'm not going to get into all of that. I just know that I want him out, and the sooner the better.

It's ironic because I just had a long conversation with the roomie about his drinking; specifically my concern for him. I didn't think it would have any real effect, as those of you who have known serious alcoholics can relate to, I'm sure. Still, I thought it wouldn't hurt to express some concern for his well-being. Wrong. It was the next day that Roy came out to prove my point. I'm just sick to my stomach about the whole thing, and have only become calm enough to write about it now. But now I'm not so calm just thinking about it. In fact, I would like to barge into the room he's sleeping in and kick him in the chin. Instead, I will read myself to sleep. Ahhh wonderful sleep...eraser of all that is crappy.