Ok. Maybe fucked up is an exaggeration, but you were weird.
A word of advice Adam, or anyone reading this, please disclose to people (roommates) you are moving in with if you smoke weed. I am not personally against smoking weed, in fact, I enjoy it myself from time to time. However, I have found that it is courteous and considerate to inform the people you are moving in with that you smoke, in case they have a problem with it.
As I said, I personally do not, but I definitely do not like it smoked inside my house. Adam decided to rent a room in my house six months ago. He did not disclose that he smoked weed, let alone that this is what he does all day. I have learned my lesson about asking roommates for three pay check stubs and making sure I rent to someone who either has a full time job or works close to full time at ONE job.
This is because I have found that “freelancers” are really just people: a.) living off unemployment, meager savings, or money from parents b) people who hardly ever work and sit at home alot c) people who become lazier with each day they do not work
Now does this go for every freelancer, of course not. I have rented to several aspiring actors who worked their asses off waiting tables or even worked as escorts! However in my recent unlucky L.A. experience, I have found that a lot of people come to L.A. with the intention to be able to tell everyone back home that they are working as an “artist” in L.A when in reality
a) their parents are paying their rent while the occasionally drive for “Lyft”
b) they had a gig and are living off the fumes of their savings, too proud to get a serving job
With this recent string of roommates I have had, most of them sat at home ALL day, watching tv, watching Netflix, “painting” or smoking weed.
In Adam’s case, it was smoking weed. ALL day.
Adam presented himself as an aspiring actor, having come to LA from the east coast, motivated to make it big. He even showed a clip of him on a tv show where he was a background actor and he also flashed us his SAG card, a privilege he assured us.
In the six months that he lived with us he worked about six gigs, each one about 12 hours in length. Other than that, he would wake up at about 8 am to play video games with his brother on the east coast, then he would go out to our back patio for a about two hours to smoke weed and read. Then he would go back to his video games, then back to the patio for two hours for smoking and reading. This is what he did all day. Back and forth, back and forth.
He smoked so much weed, a trail of Eau de Cannabis followed him everywhere like the Peanuts character Pig-Pen. We would joke that all he ever did was sit out in the back patio, but over time I started to see him less and less in the back patio. He resided mostly in his room and though he swore he never smoked in the house, the smell of weed crept out from under his door and assaulted anyone walking into his room.
This definitely bothered me. I don’t mind occasional smoking in my house, but Adam smokes a bowl every two hours. He is so addicted, we once took him to a two hour long comedy show which ran a half hour late. We could see him becoming antsy and irritable. He even declined going out with us after because he needed to get back home to smoke.
Adam occasionally works nights driving for Lyft, completely stoned, which is hilarious. But other than leaving the house occasional nights to drive, he very rarely left to do anything social. He brought a girl over once in six months, we never saw her again. He brought a creepy, equally stoned friend over a few times to play pool a few times. Other than that he very rarely left the house. I believe he was actually unable to enjoy normal social situations unless he could freely smoke. I’m sure this had something to do with why he rarely booked acting gigs..it was too difficult to smoke on set.
I sometimes wonder what he will do when he needs to get a full time job, how he will function.
Over time I also noticed him becoming more and more distant and irritable. He would always chose to eat outside (so he could smoke of course) and never in the house around the roommates. If he left the house, he never said bye, never said good morning, a bad upbringing perhaps?
All I know is I eventually tired of seeing a 27 year old teenager sitting in my backyard smoking weed all day, practically rolling his eyes if I asked if he could take out the trash. It began to irritate me that this dude never left the house. In almost six months I was home alone maybe twice.
At one point we were friends on Facebook, and when he would actually have a gig he would post a picture of himself on set and caption the photo: “Tell me about you 9-5job again?”
I wanted to add a comment saying: “Yea, tell them about your awesome bustling acting career in LA where you sit in someones backyard all day smoking weed reading graphic novels.”
Anyway, I wonder what will happen to this guy…