Well, roommate just exploded like a volcano at me. He asked me to drive across town to a place he knows will sell him cigarettes being underage. It is also across the street from the hotel he used to live with a former coworker and career criminals next door. Last time we stopped here he viewed his old friend walking across the street and he ducked down to avoid been seen by him. Since he said he had been receiving death threats from his old friends he ratted on, I refused in concern for his safety (and me driving the car). He doesn't care if he gets beat up or shot (he once said his friend had a gun). Yeah, I do care having to watch the whole thing while driving the car he is in. Oh, someone said the couple isn't there anymore so it's safe. And someone could be lying to trap him. Besides he don't need them. It's a good time to stop smoking. He has vapors so he will be fine.
He blows up how he and his girlfriend try to please me. They buy food with her food stamps, clean my house, and do yard work, then one request from him is denied. What does it take to make me happy. Cigarettes keep him calm. I have angered him calling his friends lowlife when I am just as lowlife as them (except I have a job, car, and house, plus a mother to support me when unemployed because don't have an addiction). And why do I care about him so much when I am not his mother. To which I reply, I am not your mother, You are living in my house and I'm paying for everything. He continues on how he hates people trying to control him. I inform him he can leave the house whenever he wants. He stormed out saying he hates people caring about his health. He said he is walking 7 miles to get his cigarettes, shame on me. It was freezing cold outside and ground covered with snow. After a few minutes, he returned commenting how cold it is outside and he was not prepared for that. I least he calmed down.
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