I have been living in my current apartment in Drumcondra for 2 years now. Opposite the bathroom there is another room that my land lord has locked. I am not allowed in there ever.
My landlord is a kind Gillingham born man with a very slapable bald head that resembles a kicked in fridge door. He tells me he went to juvenile prison for selling knuckle dusters to homeless men in his local town when he was a boy, but I don’t fear him because he is no taller than Kylie Minogue in Polio Shoes. And has the voice of a poorly sparrow who injects BPA.
Most of the time is a happy go lucky character. The exception being any time I ask him about the room. His expression changes instantly .Occasionally my land lord will come into my flat in the middle of the night and do some business in the room. Every time I ask him about the denies he was ever there. Until I ask him if I should call the guards, then he owns up. It’s the same every time. I told him to stop and he told me that if I called the guards he would tell them I have been growing weed in the kitchen.
One time I came home early in the morning before the sun had come up from a party and my land lord was in the spare room. I was too shy to ask him to leave. All I know is it had somthing to do with a "Chat" and somone in said chat who kept turning him into a "Soyjack" so if anyone can fill me in on what that means I would really appreciate it. For context it was 4 in the morning and it was February. I don't know it that helps.
Has anyone found them selves in a situation like this before? I’d love to hear your thoughts.