My ex-friend, Brandon fell on hard times and became homeless. We were not very close, but I am a kind person so when he asked if he could crash on my couch for two weeks at the maximum, I said yes. Almost immediately, he began to bring over strange women to bang. Then, I come to find out that Brandon had a speedball problem after finding baggies of powder and syringes on my coffee table. He confessed to me that he would habitually shoot up heroin followed by a shot of cocaine. I told him that what he did in his personal life was his business, but I was not going to have that going on in my home. He agreed not to do that again while he was in my house. The next day, when I came home from work, my house was trashed. I told him to clean up behind himself, which he did. I was aggravated, so I went to bed early. A few nights later, I woke up to sirens and flashing lights, in front of my home. I went into the living room to find Brandon, some random girl who was unconscious, paramedics putting her onto a stretcher and police officers questioning Brandon. I asked what was going on, and a police officer explained. Turns out that Brandon was partying with this girl and they were both doing speedballs, and the girl had overdosed. I was horrified. Brandon took complete responsibility for this and told the police that I was unaware of anything that was going on because I had been asleep. So, the woman was taken to the hospital and Brandon went to jail. I never saw him again. He didn't even last the two weeks that I agreed to let him stay. Over the next few weeks, I discovered several things missing from my home. I have no clue if it was Brandon or one of the women he was partying with, but someone stole several items from my house. Fuck that dude.