Potluck = Domestic Violence?

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Short version:
My potluck roommate, we’ll call him potluck, has stolen a bunch of food, alcohol, and we suspect other things from my friends (who are my other roommates, Jahall being one of them) and me over the course of the last 6 months. He has been violent before and is constantly drunk and/or high.

Today, we ended up getting him arrested for domestic violence because he pulled a knife on me after I through him to the ground when he got in my face when Jahall confronted him about stealing more stuff.

Longer version: Paragraphed for Her Pleasure™.
Potluck moved in to our apt in January and seemed okay enough. But then we saw that he was incredibly awkward and hard to be around because of how drunk and high he was all the time. It’s well beyond recreational usage.

One day, some girls showed up to our door wanting to talk to potluck about how he had been stalking them basically. Cops were involved. Another time cops were involved were when he got high on DXM and decided to bang on our doors for hours despite us clearly telling him to go away and that we needed to study.

It had already happened several times before that until 5AM. So we had the cops come because we aren’t violent unless someone attacks us and needed it to stop. They just took him to the hospital, no arrests.

So today, Jahall noticed that potluck had stolen some beer from him (no big deal, but he’s stolen a bunch before) so he walked into potluck’s room and took the stolen goods and said, “Don’t take my shit, this is not yours.” and walked out. Potluck was drunk from earlier and decided to walk over to our rooms to talk to Jahall about it. He was told to leave several times and Jahall shoved him out of his room and onto the ground.

Potluck proceeded to punch a hole in Jahall’s door and start yelling. I stepped in between them and told Potluck to “Get the fuck out of this area…now” several times among other suggestions.

He kept yelling and punching walls and I told him he couldn’t be doing this shit so he decided to step up to me after punching the walls again and get in my face (reference point: I’m 6’0" 220 lb and lean, and he’s 5’6" 160 lb and fat).

I’ve never felt more threatened in my life based on the fact that he was playing with his knife holster behind his back, so I took him by the throat with both hands and pushed/threw him half way across the room and punched him 3-4 times in the back of the head and neck until I got him in a choke hold.

I let the choke go but he started reaching for his knife so I grabbed his wrists and made myself clear that if he touches that again, the cops are coming. I said this calmly. I let him up and guess what, he went for his knife. But dropped it when he flipped it open.I stepped on the knife and pushed him into the wall and grabbed the knife.

As soon as Jahall saw him going for the knife, he called the cops, we’re done with this shit. He ended up getting arrested for domestic violence for intent to harm(?) (since we live together) but I’m not pressing charges because he didn’t get a chance to do anything to me.

I’m very happy with how I handled myself honestly. I haven’t been in any actual fights before and I don’t consider this one either, but I kept myself back from decking the shit out of him for pulling a knife on me.

This was no challenge by any means considering my size and sobriety advantage though, which is why no knocking out happened. The cops later told me that I’d probably be going to jail too if I had beat him up (obviously) and even they said they would have decked his ass if he was in their faces.

The point of this thread is undecided. I just wanted to see what T-Nation thought about how I handled it and possibly get some more stories from people about their experiences. I care more about the latter though, I don’t need a lecture on why I should have murdered and eaten him for PWO nutrition.

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Potluck?

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First of all, as well as you handled yourself, you should have kicked this fucker out months ago. If it wasn’t clear to you that something like this was a definite possibility at some point, well I guess you’re not that perceptive. But it’s happened and over with. Congratulations for resisting the urge to pick up his knife and slit his fucking throat with it. I’m not sure I would’ve been as successful.

I had a roommate once who invited his girlfriend to move in with us. I didn’t care since it meant a three-way split in the rent and utilities, but as soon as she moved in it became painfully obvious that she was the biggest alcoholic I’d ever seen in my life, and I’ve seen some bad ones.

She drank whatever she could get her hands on until she passed out, then when she woke up it started all over again. This meant that she would drink at any and all hours. If she passed out at 2pm, whenever she woke up again it was on. 6am, 6pm whatever; if she was awake she was shit-faced. And for the record, this bitch was fugly, as in fucking ugly.

Now at this time, I had just recently gotten sober and so while I wasn’t tempted in any way to drink with her (in fact she was a motivating factor of sorts to stay sober) I was fucking over being around a drunk all the time.

My roommate seemed to think he could get her to stop, but even when she ended up in the ER with seizures and a cirrhotic liver (spelling?) she still drank like a fish as soon as she got out. She got into a fight with my girlfriend once, who knocked her the fuck in my front yard. When I got home from work, my girlfriend was inside and this bitch was laid out in my driveway.

When I woke her up, she ran into some random neighbor’s house and started screaming and yelling at them. One time I was sitting in the living room (before I got sober) taking bong hits w/o a shirt on and she decided that she didn’t want to wear one either.

Which would have been fine, except she was so sloppy her fucking tits were being held up by her kneecaps as she sat on the couch next to me trying to get me to smoke her out. I did, figuring she’d just pass out after a couple rips, but this just sent her into a whole new level of incoherence.

She didn’t have any money at the time and she told me that if I went to the store and got her a 1/5 of Jack “all this” could be mine as she started rubbing her coaster-sized nipples and drooled out of her mouth while literally lying in a puddle of wine she had just spilled all over the kitchen.

So one day, I get a call from an old buddy of mine who was a bartender at the time. He told me that my roommate’s girlfriend was at his bar (this is about noon on a sunday) and she’s literally trying to suck off anyone who’ll buy her a shot and she’s dancing on the bar while spreading her ass cheeks apart and shit like that.

I called my roommate and basically said, look dude, you’re girlfriend’s a fucking whore and she needs to get the fuck out of the house right now. He comes home and starts going off on me for calling her a whore, I looked at him dumbfounded, muttered under my breath that he was pathetic and walked away. He fucking ran after me and sucker-punched me in the temple from behind. I stumbled forward a little, straightened up and slowly turned around, ready to rumble.

Now I’m a very lean 6’1" 190-195 lbs and my roommate is 5’11" about 230-240. I looked at him for a couple seconds and then he says, “come on let’s do this”. So I grabbed him, threw him up against the wall and said, you don’t want to do this pal. (Despite the size disadvantage I knew I’d work his ass because I’ve been in a lot of fights, can handle myself exceptionally well in them and his sucker-punch barely fazed me)

He says “Fuck you” and before he could even finishing saying it, I clocked his ass right in the face. He went flying down the hallway and I sprung onto him like a goddamned puma. As soon as I’m on him he starts punching me repeatedly in the head. I’m laughing my ass off this whole time while I’m trying to mount him when suddenly his girlfriend stumbles in the door and sees us going at it. She jumps on my back and starts scratching at my face so fling her off and send her into the coffee table, which she promptly shatters and then just lies there, out cold from either the drink or the impact. I headbutted my roommate and blew up his nose pretty bad and he just goes limp.

I start hissing at him while mounted on him to not pass out so quickly. He kinda comes to and he says he’s gonna call the cops. I tell him go for it, he’s on probation, he hit me first and I have no arrest record outside of a couple DUI’s while he has two domestic violence arrests on his.

He shuts up and I tell him "look, forget about kicking that bitch out, I’m moving out. Until I’m gone, when you come home from work and you see my car here, go somewhere else. When I come home, if you’re here, leave. If you see me in the house go the other way, preferably straight out to your car.

If I see that bitch of yours here, I will call my girlfriend (who was a smokin’ hot chick who didn’t fuck around with dumb chicks like this one) and have her forcibly remove your bitch girlfriend, since I don’t hit women. Now get up and get the fuck out of here."

Not sure what the moral of the story is, just wanted to share my experience. Oh yeah, and those two didn’t exactly live happily ever after. After I moved out, she moved out as well, into some random person’s house who needed a temporary tenant in an extra room at her house.

My roommate went to see her one night and she stabbed him in the back with a pair of scissors after literally running right through a sliding glass door at about 3am at this poor woman’s house. The cops threw her in jail and she got out, but had to refrain from drinking as part of her court settlement. She got a drunk-in-public a week after her last court date and ended up getting a year in county as a result.

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Well handled. Except I would press charges. Maybe he can plea to treatment or something.

edit: Knife holster?!? He walks around with a knife?

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Potluck?

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[quote]Eli B wrote:
Well handled. Except I would press charges. Maybe he can plea to treatment or something.

edit: Knife holster?!? He walks around with a knife?[/quote]

He’s trailer trash/ ex-army. So he thinks he’s a hardass.

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You need to kick this guy out, I had a similar but less violent situation with a roommate and the best decision the other guys and I made was to get rid of him. Solved all our problems. If you are a student it really isnt hard to find new roommates.

Im sure you’ve seen those little fliers with like 10 numbers you can rip off at the bottom around campus. Just print a few of those and post em around.

But seriously, if you are unable to study the guy is really fucking with your chances of success. That above anything should be enough to get rid of him.

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[quote]DBCooper wrote:
First of all, as well as you handled yourself, you should have kicked this fucker out months ago. If it wasn’t clear to you that something like this was a definite possibility at some point, well I guess you’re not that perceptive. But it’s happened and over with. Congratulations for resisting the urge to pick up his knife and slit his fucking throat with it. I’m not sure I would’ve been as successful.

I had a roommate once who invited his girlfriend to move in with us. I didn’t care since it meant a three-way split in the rent and utilities, but as soon as she moved in it became painfully obvious that she was the biggest alcoholic I’d ever seen in my life, and I’ve seen some bad ones.

She drank whatever she could get her hands on until she passed out, then when she woke up it started all over again. This meant that she would drink at any and all hours. If she passed out at 2pm, whenever she woke up again it was on. 6am, 6pm whatever; if she was awake she was shit-faced. And for the record, this bitch was fugly, as in fucking ugly.

Now at this time, I had just recently gotten sober and so while I wasn’t tempted in any way to drink with her (in fact she was a motivating factor of sorts to stay sober) I was fucking over being around a drunk all the time.

My roommate seemed to think he could get her to stop, but even when she ended up in the ER with seizures and a cirrhotic liver (spelling?) she still drank like a fish as soon as she got out. She got into a fight with my girlfriend once, who knocked her the fuck in my front yard. When I got home from work, my girlfriend was inside and this bitch was laid out in my driveway.

When I woke her up, she ran into some random neighbor’s house and started screaming and yelling at them. One time I was sitting in the living room (before I got sober) taking bong hits w/o a shirt on and she decided that she didn’t want to wear one either.

Which would have been fine, except she was so sloppy her fucking tits were being held up by her kneecaps as she sat on the couch next to me trying to get me to smoke her out. I did, figuring she’d just pass out after a couple rips, but this just sent her into a whole new level of incoherence.

She didn’t have any money at the time and she told me that if I went to the store and got her a 1/5 of Jack “all this” could be mine as she started rubbing her coaster-sized nipples and drooled out of her mouth while literally lying in a puddle of wine she had just spilled all over the kitchen.

So one day, I get a call from an old buddy of mine who was a bartender at the time. He told me that my roommate’s girlfriend was at his bar (this is about noon on a sunday) and she’s literally trying to suck off anyone who’ll buy her a shot and she’s dancing on the bar while spreading her ass cheeks apart and shit like that.

I called my roommate and basically said, look dude, you’re girlfriend’s a fucking whore and she needs to get the fuck out of the house right now. He comes home and starts going off on me for calling her a whore, I looked at him dumbfounded, muttered under my breath that he was pathetic and walked away. He fucking ran after me and sucker-punched me in the temple from behind. I stumbled forward a little, straightened up and slowly turned around, ready to rumble.

Now I’m a very lean 6’1" 190-195 lbs and my roommate is 5’11" about 230-240. I looked at him for a couple seconds and then he says, “come on let’s do this”. So I grabbed him, threw him up against the wall and said, you don’t want to do this pal. (Despite the size disadvantage I knew I’d work his ass because I’ve been in a lot of fights, can handle myself exceptionally well in them and his sucker-punch barely fazed me)

He says “Fuck you” and before he could even finishing saying it, I clocked his ass right in the face. He went flying down the hallway and I sprung onto him like a goddamned puma. As soon as I’m on him he starts punching me repeatedly in the head. I’m laughing my ass off this whole time while I’m trying to mount him when suddenly his girlfriend stumbles in the door and sees us going at it.

She jumps on my back and starts scratching at my face so fling her off and send her into the coffee table, which she promptly shatters and then just lies there, out cold from either the drink or the impact. I headbutted my roommate and blew up his nose pretty bad and he just goes limp.

I start hissing at him while mounted on him to not pass out so quickly. He kinda comes to and he says he’s gonna call the cops. I tell him go for it, he’s on probation, he hit me first and I have no arrest record outside of a couple DUI’s while he has two domestic violence arrests on his.

He shuts up and I tell him "look, forget about kicking that bitch out, I’m moving out. Until I’m gone, when you come home from work and you see my car here, go somewhere else. When I come home, if you’re here, leave. If you see me in the house go the other way, preferably straight out to your car.

If I see that bitch of yours here, I will call my girlfriend (who was a smokin’ hot chick who didn’t fuck around with dumb chicks like this one) and have her forcibly remove your bitch girlfriend, since I don’t hit women. Now get up and get the fuck out of here."

Not sure what the moral of the story is, just wanted to share my experience. Oh yeah, and those two didn’t exactly live happily ever after. After I moved out, she moved out as well, into some random person’s house who needed a temporary tenant in an extra room at her house.

My roommate went to see her one night and she stabbed him in the back with a pair of scissors after literally running right through a sliding glass door at about 3am at this poor woman’s house. The cops threw her in jail and she got out, but had to refrain from drinking as part of her court settlement. She got a drunk-in-public a week after her last court date and ended up getting a year in county as a result.[/quote]

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DBCooper: Well that’s a fucking interesting story. I don’t know that I needed to read “coaster sized nipples”. I am perceptive and we did see it happening in the long run but it took us months to get our other fucked up roommate out of there, so we didn’t want to deal with it. Management is horrible here.

Eli B: Yes, as Jahall said, he’s retarded. I generally respect vets but this guy is worthless. I would have pressed charges but we’re moving out in 20 days.

Edit: Gilynn: We’re in the process of getting him moved out. If he’s not out in 2 days, I’m most likely going to threaten a lawsuit against the apartment company. I have no idea what to expect him to walk in with tomorrow. He’s ex-army, he could very easily own guns.

To add on to the story, we had a party last night and I cracked open a 750 of Absolut and only drank about 3 shots worth from it. A couple hours after we had gotten Potluck arrested, I found it in the freezer virtually empty. So, that’s another 30-40 dollars he’s taken.

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[quote]TylerPK4L wrote:
DBCooper: Well that’s a fucking interesting story. I don’t know that I needed to read “coaster sized nipples”. I am perceptive and we did see it happening in the long run but it took us months to get our other fucked up roommate out of there, so we didn’t want to deal with it. Management is horrible here.

Eli B: Yes, as Jahall said, he’s retarded. I generally respect vets but this guy is worthless. I would have pressed charges but we’re moving out in 20 days.

Edit: Gilynn: We’re in the process of getting him moved out. If he’s not out in 2 days, I’m most likely going to threaten a lawsuit against the apartment company. I have no idea what to expect him to walk in with tomorrow. He’s ex-army, he could very easily own guns.

To add on to the story, we had a party last night and I cracked open a 750 of Absolut and only drank about 3 shots worth from it. A couple hours after we had gotten Potluck arrested, I found it in the freezer virtually empty. So, that’s another 30-40 dollars he’s taken. [/quote]

Yeah that shit sucks. I guess if we never hear from you again on this site, Potluck went down in a hail of 223 gunfire and took you with him. I’d avoid the place as much as possible 'til he’s gone.

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[quote]DBCooper wrote:
Yeah that shit sucks. I guess if we never hear from you again on this site, Potluck went down in a hail of 223 gunfire and took you with him. I’d avoid the place as much as possible 'til he’s gone.[/quote]

Thanks for the support. lol

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Oh fuck! I just got burned by SickAbs…guess it’s time to slit my own fucking throat. Probably shoulda happened a while ago.

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x2

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i liked dbcoopesrs story better. Much better.

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[quote]Scrotus wrote:
i liked dbcoopesrs story better. Much better. [/quote]

Hell, so did I. Anyone have any other stories?

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woah, crazy stories.

Other stories, huh? Well, when I was like 12, I got in a fight with this guy. He tried doing that Zangief spinning clothesline move from Street Fighter. So I slapped him upside the head and he fell to the ground. I never saw that kid again. So yeah, that was about it.

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I’ve been in a few drunken bar fights and party fights. As soon as a weapon came out though, it became a very grave situation.

None of them ended well at all.

Given that the police didn’t see fit to arrest you, you must have handled it very well. Probably much better than I ever did.

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GSD: Pretty badass story ya got there.

SkyzykS: I don’t think it’d be much fun to see a weapon pulled in a bar. Especially since you may not see them pull it and then all of the sudden, it’s there ready to stab you.

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Okay drunken fight story #1: this one’s pretty short, but I’ve got tons and tons of them from my early 20’s. Fights at bars seemed to be a weekly occurrence for me and my friends back then. We were complete idiots.

I was at a cowboy bar here in Chico about nine years ago. Now I could have sworn every Tuesday was like “regular” night, as in real music instead of a bunch of country, but I was wrong. So me and a couple buddies walk in and we’re the only ones not wearing wranglers and ten-gallon hats. I was wearing my fucking Jerry Rice jersey. Well, we have a few shots at the bar (I’m already completely plowed when we get there, as usual) and then a few cowboys come up to us (fake cowboys) and start talking shit. They’re all bigger than any of us, so my friends just stay mum, but me being the dumbfuck I am/was, I tell them to step outside if they got a problem.

They laugh and walk away, but about a half hour later I am absolutely livid and on the verge of uncontrollable belligerence. So I walk up to one of them and say “Hey you fucking ass-pirate, you wanna talk a bunch of shit or you wannna dance?” He says let’s go outside, so I say follow me! I’m heading down the stairs and it dawns on me that my friends have all conveniently disappeared. I know I’m about to get the shit kicked out of me by three or four fuckers all much bigger than myself. So I reach into my pocket and load up my hand with the ignition key to my truck. As soon as we get outside, I’ve got this key ('98 F-150) between my fingers so when I make a fist it’s like a stabbing instrument. I clocked the first fucker in the cheek and just see red blow out of his face and then he’s done. The next guy comes at me, one punch in the face and he’s don. By now the bouncer at the door is coming at me and the last cowboy can’t believe that his two friends have each been laid out and are screaming on the ground from just two punches (it’s dark and the key is hard to see in my hand). I kicked the bouncer in the balls, punched the last guy in the face and took off running. I had to hide in some alleyway for several hours while the cops are all over the place looking for me. But I got away and never went near that bar again.

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[quote]DBCooper wrote:
Oh fuck! I just got burned by SickAbs…guess it’s time to slit my own fucking throat. Probably shoulda happened a while ago.[/quote]

lol that wasnt a burn, I just love using that picture lol. I actually read your whole story and agree with everyone that it was interesting.