Last time I let someone crash at my place, I regretted it big time. It was March of 2020.

First of all it was the beginning of COVID curfews and he called me like 10+ times between 10:30pm and 10:40pm, waking me up. Then he literally said “I’m black and I’m coming into Saint Louis and they have these curfews and you know with George Floyd and stuff… I have nowhere to go and I’m scared…. 😢”

I was caught off guard. I don’t allow bags in my house, but all he had was a Fanny pack, so I thought wallet, keys, phone, charger. He doesn’t wanna leave valuables in the car. Makes sense.

I got inappropriately groped, my entire clonozopam prescription stolen, my only piece of gold jewelry stolen, he jerked off in my bathroom and left…white…matter…on my toilet cover seat and all over my walls and shower curtain that’s blacks w silver.

It led to a “no people other than me allowed in my home ever” rule.

Even maintenance from my complex I will watch. If I don’t they literally break everything they touch. 🙄

My best LPT: Don’t let anyone stay with you, ever. No matter how sad their story. Don’t do it.