...and then there were three.

I got a phone call from my roommate Betsy yesterday as I was leaving work. She called to tell me that our 18 and 19 year old roommates were talking to the landlady about getting their names on the lease. The 18 year old roommate got upset about something and lashed out at the landlady. I'm not sure what exactly was said, but the 18 year old was more than willing to admit to me that she yelled at the landlady. Betsy told me that the landlady called a few hours later and asked her to please let the 18 and 19 year old roommates know that they are being evicted (since they never did get put on the lease) and they have until the end of the week to be out.

When I got home I asked them what they're going to do. They've decided to live in the 18 year old's car, and shower on the beach. Betsy, myself, and the cat roommate have all tried to persuade them to either go back home to Northern California, or to at least seek out some alternative housing situation. They're convinced that it's going to be good times. I give them three days before they head home or figure something else out.