Remember I went over Seattle?
At friends house?
He refused for me to do anything to tidy up. And he
lectures me about placing the spoons in the right slots in the
dishwashing machine.
It was thru him, that I try to erase my presence after my stay
with him.
He also has guns, loaded gun magazines strewn around the house
and he warns me not to touch them.
Which means I didnt touch them.
And this time, he suddenly leave a weapon under my bed when I
left for skiing at Canada (Actually, he wanted me out of the house
cos he got a appt with a gal that weekend.)
Now generally, I know he got some kinda bachelor OCDs that is
not helpful to those stranger in his house. Its
depressing.
