The year was 1985, having a Rockstar roommate wasn’t as easy as you thought it would be. You met Poisons bassist Bobby Dall on the L.A strip not too long ago. He seemed nice, he was selling flyers in that area trying to promote upcoming shows that Poison had at that time. You noticed he really didn’t have anywhere to at stay so after you checked out one of their shows you asked him if he wanted to stay with you in your apartment that wasn’t too far from the L.A strip. He was more than happy with the offer and didn’t think twice about it. Your apartment was pretty big so it was more than enough room for two people. There wasn’t many rules that you had set for him, The number one rule you set was for him not to bring all kinds of different girls in your house all throughout the night. The second rule was for him not to go through any of your things and to keep things clean around the house.

For the first month of him being there he was respectful, following the rules and was mostly out all the time with the band more so than at your place. However, by the second month you started to notice a change in his respect. Whenever he was home he wasn’t picking up after himself, and when you were doing the laundry you would notice different females underwear that wasn’t yours in your loads of clothes specifically. You figured he would probably break that rule anyway since the band blowing up would attract more and more groupies but still, it was becoming a lot.

One night after you worked a late shift from your job the only thing you had on your mind was going home, getting in the shower, and going straight to bed. When you first got through the door you noticed that some was off, you couldn’t quite place it but the atmosphere was just different. You heard faint noises coming from your room which confused you a little bit. You walked to your room and when you opened you saw Bobby and some random chick in a compromising position. As soon as he noticed you he completely stopped and without thinking you immediately shut your bedroom door. You sat out on the living room couch trying to forget what you just witnessed in your own bed.

After a couple minutes you seen the girl who was in your bed rush out the front door. This was embarrassing as hell, you knew you would have to have a talk with Bobby about this. He shortly came out of the bedroom to sit across from you on the couch. Based off his expression you could tell he felt no shame at all. By the looks of it he had been in your stuff as well, more specifically your eyeliner and lip product. This whole roommate stuff was becoming stressful, you didn’t want to kick him out but at the same time you didn’t want him to stay either. You stood in front of him as he remained seated, you went on to explain to him calmly about the stuff he had been doing but he wasn’t paying attention. The only thing he was really thinking about was the girl that just left.

Bobby: I don’t see what the big deal is, all I been doing lately is having a little fun

He said to you casually with a shrug, and all he was doing in his mind was living life, even if that meant breaking your rules. In his mind he didn’t care, all he wanted was to enjoy his fame and the band life. Meanwhile you on the other hand were trying your hardest not to get irritated but his nonchalant attitude was making it really hard for you not to get the slightest bit mad.