Once upon a time there were 2 roommates… one was a young (22 year old) tattooed and pierced mother of 2.  And the other was a older (50 year old) female truck driver that was never around.

The younger one’s name was xxxxx, and the other was named yyyyy.

Well a few weeks ago, the one day in the month that I actually went to lunch outside the office, I received a call that there were about 6 cops at that apartment, and there was a stabbing….

XXXXX apparently took in a new love interest while the truck driver was on the road, and the new love interest was angry.   The new female love interest, who of course, was NOT on the lease got into an argument with xxxxx.  In response to the argument, xxxxx pulled out a knife and stabbed her 7 times.  Luckily, the injuries were defensive and not life threatening.  But, shortly there after, yyyyy found out about the incident and said that xxxxx HAD TO GO….

A month goes by.  No rent payment from that apartment….  They go under eviction.  They never pay, and we walk the apartment to see if they are still there.  On this day, they are home, and all of their stuff is there too.  We check again the next week, and xxxxx is moving out, there is no power in the apartment now.

I go back around 3 days later, and they are gone.  Buh-bye…. Skipped.  Since the power has been off for sometime – the refrigerator has rotting food.  Yum, yum.  I got the power put back on and had to make my maintenance guys clean out the fridge.  They found….rotting fish… smelled like death in the apartment.  It was stinky.   Gotta love the peoples!