So, A and I made the decision to move five miles away to an apartment in Tempe. The apartment was awesome!

When we moved in, B and A2 were living there. B was a guy who the father of A2's unborn child. This was not really allowed by the school or real estate company, but I think they mostly overlooked it. It was just something they said on paper to make parents feel better, I guess.

Well, since B was living there, A thought it would be okay for W to stay there most of the time as well. A and I are still sharing a room at this point. So, not totally cool, but I had hoped that it wouldn't become a huge problem. Things went pretty smooth over the next three or four months.

We had parties. We hung out and had lots of fun. B was hilarious! He was also one of those guys that smoked pot just about every day. A and I smoke with him once in awhile. I used to like smoking it because it gave me inspiration, but if you smoke it a lot, it just makes you ridiculous. I had hit the ridiculous point, even though I didn't smoke it quite as much as B did.

B was in my Field Production class, though you wouldn't really know it by attending class. I think he was too young and stupid to be attending college. He had the passion to become a Horror filmmaker, but he also wanted to be a rapper, much like Tupac was. From what I recall, B wrote pretty good lyrics, but he seemed to be unrealistically focusing on becoming a rapper. At least, in my eyes.

Things didn't start crowding me until two of their friends, who happened to be a couple, just suddenly moved into our apartment when they got evicted from theirs. And, according to the school, they weren't even legally supposed to be on the property. They were really disrespectful, loud, causing problems, and B had gotten out of control. He had stolen some equipment from another student and traded that equipment for some weak marijuana and was selling it out of our apartment.

The one thing that pissed me off about this was that the girl (I forget her name) that wasn't supposed to be living there knew she was making tons of noise and I even overheard her saying that she didn't care whether it was pissing me off or not. Excuse me? You're illegally in this apartment and trash talking me? I don't fucking think so!

This is the point where I had had enough. I decided to become a tattletale, but it didn't do much good. The school told me that A2 and B were moving out soon anyway because of her pregnancy and that all they could really do was leave notices for them. Well, they left a notice about the couple that wasn't supposed to be there, but they never said anything about it.

I also sounded off to the housing people about the boy that was sleeping in my room - W. The stupid thing about THIS situation was that he lived in the same apartment complex that we did! Just on the other side of the main road. I didn't have a huge problem with him sleeping there or even having sex while I was in the same room, but I think when you hit the point where you don't leave when your girlfriend goes to work, well that's where I have to draw the line. I mean, it'd be nice to have some sort of privacy when my roommate's gone. I had talked to A about it and she kept saying that he was going to start staying over at his other apartment soon. He never did.

And, at this point, I was working full-time from 11:30 at night until 8 in the morning, coming home to sleep, then going to school from 6:20 until 11 at night. I wasn't getting very much sleep at all. So, one morning after work I came home and was doing something on the computer. I know I COULD HAVE been nice and muted the volume, but I had been tired of being so nice.

So, he wakes up from a night of getting high and drinking and asks me to turn it down. I tell him no, it's my room and I can do whatever the fuck I want to. We start fighting. He calls me all kinds of names and apparently thinks it's going to hurt me by telling me that I'm going to end up miserable and alone. At this point, I'm shaking. He takes all of his shit and leaves. I was thinking that A might be mad, but she understood.

Everything was peaceful because B and A2 were gone also. But, it was too late for me at that time. I had already started planning on finding a new apartment, so I just said screw it and moved out. There were other (stupid) inspirations for this decision and all of them had to do with a boy.

As with all related things, after that, everything got all messed up.