I got picked up by a friend of a friend. It was after bar close, an dhe insisted I help him with some video projects. I was able to at to the time, and willing to have a shitty adventure for the night. As we went to pick up beers and pizza, he noticed a local homeless woman, the kind that strolls in a small town and every knows, but no one really acknowledges. He decided she was going to stay the night at his house. He picked her up, drove her to his house with us in. It was a half hour drive to another city. We drank karkov and coke, I passed out on his couch covered in laundry with no blanket, the heat barely working. The house was fucking wrecked. At one point his kid woke up and started fucking around in the room I was in, so this guy decidedes to scream and throw the kid around until he went back to bed. The homeless woman kept saying she wanted to go back to her town. He then insisted on making me play some fighting game in the morning instead of getting me home, until I managed to convince his roommate to get me home, who told me a story about how his lady cheated on him so he spent the next few weeks making her life needlessly difficult. I later heard stories about these people that did not surprise me, and I pretty much forced this guy out of my life as be t as possible.

It's not really one thing I guess, but shit, never fucking going back to that run down trap house again.