After I'd lived there for about two months, I started to notice things. First, Tim gradually stopped buying food and began swiping food from my roommate and myself. Then came the beer cans, mountains of beer cans. The cat smell became stronger, overpowering the smell of cigarettes.
Three months in, we got a letter from the landlord. Were paying him individually and he hadn't gotten as much as a dollar from Tim. We had a week to pay his back rent or face eviction.
It was hard, but we managed to scrape it together. Tim had gone off somewhere, presumably skipped town when he'd heard about the back rent. When he came back, Hipster Roommate yelled at him. He said he didn't have money, but his brother would pay her.
What he didn't mention was that he meant, his brother would be moving in. Tim continued to not pay rent, his brother payed 1/3 of our rent for both of them. The smell began to take on a tinge of sour beer, and the filth began to invade the living room. Bowls of food left out for days, ashtrays overflowing onto furniture, and of course malt liquor cans everywhere.
Tim and his brother were just alike. The brother slept on the couch, drank constantly, spent ungodly amounts of money on weed, and never showered. Tim, to his credit, did bathe. I know because he used my shampoo, my razors, my towels, etc. Neither one of them owned a toothbrush as far as I know.
Tim liked to borrow my books, and when he returned them, the pages would be stuck together with god only knows what kind of substances. He'd also take dishes into his room, collect them there until there were no more dishes in the house, then drop every single moldy dish into the sink for someone else to wash.
At some point, Tim came by some cash of his own. He owed Hipster Roommate about $2,000 and me $750. Instead of paying us back, he bought a TV, a drum machine and two laptops, all of which he'd have blaring noise until 4am.