I moved out of home 4 months ago, and am currently renting a small house with a friend.
This was working out pretty well, until the pub we were both working at laid us off with no warning. So, for the past month and a half we haven't been paid anything, and my money ran out 4 weeks ago, meaning I couldn't pay the rent. My landlord was pretty patient about it, but my friend has been going insane with fear. Despite my best attempts to calm him down, he was losing sleep over it, which started to worry me.

Last night, he finally cracked. It must've been well past midnight when I awoke, the smell of smoke filling my nostrils. The crazy bastard almost killed us both; he had torched our beds and the flame was almost up to my feet when I rolled out of mine and away from both beds. That wasn't even the weird part. He was jumping around the room crazily, shouting "The time has come, to say fair's fair, to pay the rent, to pay our share.

The time has come,
A fact's a fact,
It belongs to them,
Let's give it back.

How can we dance when our earth is turning?
How do we sleep while our beds are burning?"

>tfw only 1 person appreciates your fresh meme of bel air