I think I may have gotten the couch from my brother Brian. It was a little larger than a settee but not quite a big as the contemporary couch. It was yellow brocade that had a shiny thread running through it. The high light was certainly the fabric. I was so excited about it. My couch for my first real apartment. I was moving out of my boyfriend's family house and had found a large apartment with two bedrooms and a huge kitchen for $325 a month. I think it was 2001 and I had finally turned 18 so I could actually rent a place.
I wasn't renting by myself there is no way I could afford rent by myself and my boyfriend at the time was college bound and not wanting to move in with me. I found the next best person. My old co-worker Brian from the Jack In The Box. I still did not know at this time that he was obsessed with me seeing how I had a boyfriend the entire time of our friendship.
Crazy town began gradually. I started finding entire bottles of Southern Comfort emptied around the apartment, but mostly in the living room were my beloved couch lived. They were on the window sills and fallen over under the glass top coffee table. Several bottles.... Then the pee began. I would get home after working and going to school and visiting my friends to find pee all over the bathroom seat and dark brown urine in the toilet along with cigarette butts and ashes in the shower. The pee looked like syrup. The man must have never drank water in his life.
I knew this was an act of resentment for having been gone to long or maybe from a lack of attention. We had lived together for about a month before the first episode began so I knew this was not regular behavior. I was too young at the time to confront the issue head on and honestly I may not have the courage now to face such a crazy--who knows what the hell he was thinking. Behaving like a neglected pet that pisses on your pillow while you are gone. Some true animal instincts were on the horizon.
My poor couch. He had a bedroom and a bed and entertainment in the room and a door for privacy. The bedrooms were large and separated by the before mentioned huge kitchen. We had lots of privacy in our own little boxes. Despite the room division and adequate space Brian chose to sleep on my couch. He would be asleep on this small couch with his pants undone and hermaphrodite porn in the TV's VCR. I found out the porn thing by turning on the TV one day and it was set to play automatically. That was the last time I touched that television set or that couch. Shit was getting nasty.
I never talked to him about the incidents and tried my hardest to avoid him and find other places to stay as I was beginning to fear interactions with my old friend. I had a lock on the inside of my bedroom door which I found very useful.
By the time it was move out time my beautiful yellow couch had been worn down into a greasy mess. The fibers were pulled apart on the arms and the center sank low from having been slept on for months. Oh and it smelled of a thousand cigarettes and had spills of old booze and who knows what else from the porno thing.
I found out later that Brian thought I was leading him on and toying with his mind---I of course had no idea...The mind is crazy sometimes.
