Tale of the creep continued.

So yesterday , literally na hour after i posted, the dumbfuck comes hoe, reeking like he hasn't taken a shower in a week ( he probably hasn't), and starts banging on the shower door ( where i was taking a shower, Duh) wanting to talk. So i tell him to fuck off cause im in the shower. I get out and he accosts me with another sob story about how his girlfriend got kicke dout of her foster family for being pregnant ( 3rd time at the age of 15), and how she just has to stay in the flat , even though she's got a missing persons out on her.
Lets just forget that being the oldest person in the flat , i'd be the one responsible for whatever happens... Lets just forget that he was already on his second warning for being an arsehole and breaking the tenancy agreement. Lets forget that he was told that if he's found to have her in the flat agian he's forbidden to come back to the programme.

So I texted the programme director and she came over, found the girl, called the cops and I am now free of the dumbfuck.

It's done. Whoot!

And frankly I feel no qualms about kicking the chair from under him after he'd already tightened the noose.