I came home to a room mate who had the goon squad with her. Told me she was moving out and wanted no problems. Funny, when I want no problems I leave the skin head militant types at home. Any way, she was 6 weeks behind on rent, hadn’t contributed to the ute’s in a while and I was ready for her to split .
They could only make small trips with two cars and a small pick up truck. I sat in a corner reading while they jammed her stuff into boxes and bags. Each time they left I would take a piece of her furniture and loosen screws, I rewired her blender, super glued her make up containers together. The best was the salmon. I unzipped the cushions of her couch and filled them with raw salmon. I fucking hate skin heads.
Never heard from her, had she asked me about the couch I would have denied it, then explained where I put her toothbrush for an excruciating 9 seconds.