Of course you know this means war...
-Bugs Bunny
All hell broke loose on Lunes at 23:05. There was a 5 minute break in the last cara a cara, face to face between Zapatero (the incumbent socialist president) and Mariano Rajoy (right wing, fascist, Franco loving pig). That was the good news. The bad news was giving Nikos the gas bill, of which his share was 95 E. I also told him i needed the rent for Marzo as I see Isidro on Miercoles.
“Just keep the fianza (deposit),” he said. I was not expecting this but waited a moment before i protested. I wanted to keep the deposit to pay off any unpaid utility bills (this bill was only from Dec 6 to Feb 6).
He saw the bill and freaked.
“I know it's high, man. That's why we are leaving at the end of Marzo, remember?” He went on and on and on like an idiotic child who can not express himself clearly because he has fallen down the stairs on his noggin' one too many times (which I think is actually the case).
“I no pay this, it's too high!”
“I agree, but that's the bill and we both lived here, so we have to pay it unless we can choose otherwise.”
“Nikos no pay.”
“Look, if you don't the only person you are screwing is me. Do you understand that?”
“But it no fair! I pay 375E for room – how much it cost me? 500E?”
“I don't know – it depends on the bill.”
“I no pay!”
“Now you're starting to piss me off. Look, I need the rent and this half of the utility bill.”
“Then Nikos go!”
“Fine. Go. Get the fuck out.
“You run clothes machine all the time, so much water. I no pay.”
“It's my fault you don't wash your clothes. Look, your the asshole who had the heat on when i got home from Denmark on Sunday when it was 24 C degrees that day! The radiator in my room is turned off. You turn it on cuz you're cold and that's fine. I don't complain. We have to split it. There's no other way. And also, the water is a separate bill.”
It went round and round. “It's too high!”
“Do you have another solution?”
Silence. Finally.
“Okay. Then i need half the gas bill and the rent by Wednesday.”
“I go then. Nikos go.”
“Fine. Get the fuck out.”
“You throw Nikos out. Why you do this Jay?”
“Fuck a duck but you are stupid. You said you wanted to leave. Go. Get the fuck out.”
“Where I go?”
“I don't fucking care. Not my problem. Just get the fuck out by Sunday.”
“Okay, I pay these days, take my fianza and go.”
“No you moron. Now I am definitely keeping the deposit till all the bills are paid.”
“I go to police!”
“Call him. I'm doing nothing illegal. Here, use my phone.”
Never bluff a bluffer. He went away.
I was unusually calm. Nothing surprises me anymore. Madrid is a city within an insane asylum within a city.
So then he said he'd pay the 95E and leave on Sunday.
But he didn't. So now i just want him out. I really could care less what happens to the kooky bastard. He'll been gone by Sunday, but now i want him out sooner. Next flat i live alone.
LIFE RULE # 1 – Never fight a land war in Asia. Just ask Napoleon or Hitler.
LIFE RULE #2 – Never owe money to a guy from Jersey.
We hold these truths to be self evident.
I'm the patron saint of denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
-Green Day
Bad News Part II
Actually the presidential election is very important. If the PP wins Spain will become a fascist state again. They want to bring back dictatorship and the Inquisition (a ban on Muslim head scarfs, Spanish “indoctrination classes for immigrants – kiss my American ass.) I joked with La Profesora that i would leave if the PP won and she got a little upset. I told her I will stay next year as planned, but I will probably move on after that if Rajoy wins. After all, i left the US after the fascists took power.
But hopefully the Spanish people are not so stupid as to re-elect the right wing again.
It can't happen here
can it?
-Rainbow
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