A few days later, he showed up and was hanging out in a room down hall, when someone called security, as we had been instructed to do should he return. From what I'm told of incident, he went out onto balcony (4th floor) and threatened to jump when police arrived on scene. After a tense confrontation, they charged him and were able to subdue him after he punched at least one officer. He was then carried - literally kicking and screaming - off University's property and was taken into custody. He spent about a month or so in a mental facility in Israel before he was deported back to America.

When my roommate got back to apartment, he discovered that Jason had left us a final message. Using a razor, he had cut open his finger and painted a message in his own blood on our bathroom mirror ("you all lied to me, blah, blah, blah"), then tied bloody razor to a rose and left it on kitchen table.

Now that is a roommate from hell.

Then he starts antagonizing people and attempting to pick fights with just about everybody. At one point he threatned to kill myself and other roommate, DnD, as of now I completely forgot what premise of conversation was, but this type of thing happened pretty much every night for a month. Dealing with CrazyBones was like walking on landmines. With aid of Univeristy (who owned house) we encouraged CrazyBones to move. A few months later I hear he is charged for felony B & E. I don't hear anything about him for three months when he calls and tells me that he was going through rehab and some twelve step programs and is calling to ask my forgiveness. I give him my forgiveness and he tells me that he had been dealing crystal meth out of basement and he was doing tons of meth AND he, at time of all this, decided to quit taking medication for bipolar disorder.

BUT, this is only first part of story

After CrazyBones moved out, we still had a room to fill and since DnD was too much of a cheap ass to split $750 down middle he wanted to get another roommate. He suggests his brother, who turns out to be another completely worthless human being. What DnD failed to tell me about his brother at first (he waited until it became an issue two months later) was that his brother had been kicked out their parents, his girlfriend's, and and alcohol rehab center. DnD's brother major problem was that he was drunk and loud and would actually get so drunk he would stumble over his own feet. I put up with this until night when this dude somehow tipped entire refrigerator over. I can't even begin to explain what that kitchen looked like next day. And DnD also found his brother was hiding some small weapons by his bed. Needless to say we kicked him out as well.

The main morals of this story are 1.) If you plan to live by yourself....DO IT!!!! 2.) If someone seems a little crazy chances are they are a lot crazy