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Ah yes. Nothing like the Jekyll and Hyde type of flatmates
I was 19 and moved into a random share house in Toowong. Lovely folk living there, just lovely.
Two weeks later, I now know that the two girls living there are HARDCORE christians. I don't have 'too' much of an issue with that, but they were bordering on fundamentalist type behaviour, which at 19 I guess I wasn't really...errr...prepared for.
They were, however, the least of my worries.
It was a student share house. The [smart] guy, that moved out just before I moved in, was the TV owner. Me, being wicked cool, had a 34cm TV (hahahaha YES! A full 13.39 inches!) to offer the household.
One of my flatmates, the chilled relaxed Irish guy, would always chill on the deck, sometimes with us all, playing guitar, singing along to stuff. All kinds of stuff. It was great.
He could get a bit 'erratic' though.
Like the time, while all 4 other house members were sitting watching [my] TV. Some show, probably crap, but damn...we were watching it. Not at a loud volume either.
Next thing you know, he runs (I am NOT exaggerating, he fucking ran) into the room, shouted various obscenities at us, grabbed my fucking TV and threw it out the door. Threw. Out the door. I have to at least concede that it was a good throw too, it went a good 10 meters and basically turned to shit upon it's landing.
And he was angry at US 
I mean, what do you really say to that? Especially since he RAN away after it. Yes, RAN.
Only later, about 2 months after the household broke up (who would have guessed ) that I found out from some of [Irish guy's] friends, and one of my other flatmates, that he was a heroin junky. He used to regularly go to Albert Park (at one time a prominent hang out for gay guys looking for male prostitutes) and sell his arse for smack money.
The 'erratic' behaviour finally made sense.
RIP, my poor TV 
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