Double-Dub was skeptical, still scarred from our last roommate experience: "No girls." Not that we're not scarred in some way, but Cee and I agree that a stable girl would bring balance to the house-force.
The first knew a friend of Dub's, a fact apparently disclosed as I was letting the second one in. A little overlap makes for a little awkwardness, a good test of how borderline-psycho they are.
The second lived over by Doble-Dub's friends, a fact discovered by Sea; he tried to ask if she'd seen them around, describing them as "guys who wear black shirts a lot. Not scary, just like punks."
She was moving because the people she was subletting with skipped town owing the landlord rent, having taken a security deposit from her. Poor lass, she is only in Chicago for a semester at the SAIC before returning to Glasgow to install more site-specific art.
She also describes her current place as rat-infested, as in there are many rats in the yard when she gets home and scares them off. But not all the way off.
Dub comes back out, probably high on something or another, and puts two and two together; she lives on the other side of the house his friends live in.
He knows about the drama with the absconders - apparently one of them took a shit on the stairs, a fact that gets repeated a lot - and offers his sympathy: sounds like a bad-bad situation.
[Apparently the shit incident was induced by heroin?]
So apparently, while I still don't know anyone personally who does heroin, I know people who know people who used to live next to people who do it. Close enough.
Dub even called it a shitshow without realizing how literally true that figure of speech was. And then went on to bring up how crazy it was that she was living there. And that he knew the situation. And how bad the situation was. And how he doesn't blame her for getting out.
Maybe to our place...?
[Sidenote: anyone know where "Shitshow" first appeared?]
Small world.
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