The Eviction of the Apprentice

The Apprentice and his flatmate, BSW, were evicted and moved out by the Apprentices family & friends -- not BSW.

That BSW -- words cannot describe him -- I am convinced he is manic depressive. He is also a pothead and I noticed whilst cleaning his bloody mess, a crack pipe on the floor. If he isnt then he is making damn sure that he gives it a good nudge. I was so angry on Monday I coulda smacked his head in.

BSW arrived at the house on Saturday arvo, 6 pack swinging in his hand, whistling like he didnt have a care in the world, marched straight through to the kitchen -- wot holy F the fridge is gone. What did he expect? Whistling stops, marches to his room, stomps out of the house - slamming the door - and starts playing his drums in the garage. It is now about 5.00 pm.

A couple of the Apprentices friends and myself are just tying up loose ends, we are all knackered and planning on calling it a day.

Drums arent noisy enuff, obviously, so off he goes and chews up more of the backyard with the motorbike. BSW then gets sick of that and strides into the house, leaving his dog with no water or food and casually gestures towards the crappiest dining setting out, ordering us 'Not to put anything hard on it'. I nearly wrote that on it with the softest piece of wire I could find. No, but I contained myself - hey I am an adult!

Honestly we could not believe the nerve of the guy.

Anyway -- deep breath -- it is over, I am going to let it go.

I could still smack his head in though -- knee cap him -- he's not worth the trouble.

Anyway -- deep breath -- it is over, I am going to let it go, the world is beautiful and calm, o-o-mm.