Los Angeles

Los Angeles is the craziest city of all time. Although, I’m familiar with strictly Burbank (my home), reading the news and realizing what’s three miles away scares the hell out of me. Through three weeks, I’ve been desensitized to the surrounding areas. Once you dip your toe in the crazy pool, the feeling of cannonballing is understood, if you get my drift.

To start, the guy that lived in the room before me was a nutcase. It should have echoed louder when the roommates said on their Facebook message, “our other deadbeat, scumbag roommate.” This guy accurately fits the description. He stands about 5'5" and weighs probably 150 lbs., hardly paid bills and just sat in his room the entire time. He was mean and spiteful, thus the guys kicked him out. Upon hearing the name taking his spot, he messaged me on Facebook DEMANDING 900 DOLLARS from me for a security deposit.

Nothing I signed said I owed him or anyone else a security deposit. But because I am a reasonable and rational adult, I tried to level with him and gradually give him his share ($300) of the deposit over the course of my stay here in L.A. I’m not gaining income, making reimbursing this asshole the single lowest priority for me (re: if he doesn’t get his money…meh.)

The ironic thing about this situation is he gave the guy who lived here before him $300 for the deposit even though it wasn’t required. He (asshole) willingly handed him (old roommate) cash so he might be responsible for the security deposit.

Granted I don't owe this kid a cent, I tried to give him $80 the other day in exchange for the mailbox key, the outdoor key, and my garage door opener (which, for some reason, he walked away with). He returned a couple of the items and told me he would cash a check. I told him to come back with the remaining goods or I would cancel the check. He promised me a return after depositing the check that night (dumbass).

He tells me he can't cancel it until tomorrow and I go ahead and cancel the check and take the fee that it cost me ($27) out of the money he would have gotten back for his security deposit. He called me back made threats. He said, "You life is going to be miserable out here because I know where you live and I will wait until you are asleep." Good times! He mentioned making mine and MY PARENTS lives hell. “I’m not going to stop to try and get this money that you owe me” (spellchecked for your reading!) I don't really owe him anything, remember. All the while he is threatening to sue me for the money, so I’m prepared for court sometime within the next month. The People vs. Homrig.

I can't stress enough this is the stupidest kid with I've dealt. His number is blocked from my phone, my email and my Facebook, The door locks and the mailbox key are new.

I'm halfway nervous this kid will sneak in the back door of the complex and gun me down in my sleep. I'm halfway laughing at this situation for kid is so desperate for cash it his life's passion to injustice me and mine anyway he can. WINNER!!!

A couple days ago Dan and I climbed a mountain. Due to heavy elliptical and treadmill work earlier in the day (toning that ass!), I was unable to reach the top. But we were above mid-air planes taking off at the visible Burbank airport. It was pretty sweet seeing all of the L.A. skyline and the valley (Burbank and other cities like it are considered the valley). Dan and I are both still reeling from the brutality of the climb.

I’ve been woken up every day to the sounds of jackhammers, cement-mixers and other various machines. They are installing a new pool, hot tub, waterfall and fountain in our complex with promise of awesomeness. I don’t need an alarm clock for I’ve trained myself to respond to the sounds of rubble smashing at the buttcrack of dawn. It’ll be nice to have both a gym and a hot tub 20 yards from my room. But damnit, the sound is intolerable.

Keep on Hombloggin’

Peace and love