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So me and one of my best friends Adam have been looking at places to move into the last couple of months. The location we want is in the south side of Pittsburgh. We have looked and looked and there honestly isn't too much up for grabs. We found a nice 3BR place that we wanted, and it was the first place we actually filled out a application for.

So we bring along Dave, one of our very good friends, to fill the 3rd bedroom and to make things cheaper. Plus he is looking for cheap rent, because hes cheap (literally, his nickname is cheap), so we thought that giving him the smaller 3rd bedroom would be perfect for everybody. We all filled out applications, and they were really concerned with mine, as i have no "official" source of income. But Dave and Adams credit was good, both have jobs in good standing etc, and my dad came along as a cosigner for me, so it was all good. (seriously tho... like 1k a month between 3 people, i offered to show bank statements, why the fuck do you need a cosigner)

Anyways, me and Adam sign the lease yesterday afternoon, and Dave was there but did not sign the lease, he planned on doing it today because he wanted to look at his room more. Hes a cheapo so he was taking the 3rd bedroom which was smaller, if we pay early we get a discount on the rent (920$ a month instead of 995) and he would pay 220, and me and Adam would pay 350.

We all met up for dinner last night at Rock Bottom to talk about things, what we all had to bring to the place, and what else we were going to need, etc. Dave was worried about the size of his room, and was thinking about how he was going to fit everything into his room. Adam and myself we were coming up with a few ideas to make it work for him, honestly it would not be hard at all, the room isn't even that small. He was thinking of every little detail excuse he could to counter us, he said his hockey bag would be knocking shit over in his room when he came home from hockey... honestly, your hockey bag comes up, are you fucking serious dude? He lived up at PSU with a roommate in a smaller room, so i honestly don't know how hard it is to fit everything into a room that's bigger, just for himself. That was a red flag for me right there that he was backing out, especially since hes known for doing this kind of shit all the time, especially with breaking plans, but i was being hopeful. Adam and myself gave him our part of the security deposit and first months rent so when he would go to the place today he would be able to get the keys.

But obviously, he goes to the place today, and calls us earlier today saying that his shit wouldn't be able to fit in such a small room, and he wasn't going to sign the lease. And to boot, the landlords (husband and wife, private owners) say that without Dave, we can not move in because of my situation. Me and adam are perfectly fine with paying a extra 110 a month, but they wont do it.

Are you fucking serious? I offered to show u bank statements, i have a fucking co signer for fucks sake. What is the big deal??? I Know a few poker people who moved out as their only source of income, and got the place because of advanced payments/bank statements. So i know this is just the landlords being anti gambling or something, hopefully for future places the landlords are more understandable.

But yea, thanks to Dave for dragging as along for something you knew you weren't going to do. You saw the place before, you saw your bedroom already. I do not buy for 1 second you are worried about the size of the room, you lived with Matt at Penn State in a smaller room and made it work. Your one of my best friends, I have known you since 2nd grade, but seriously quit thinking for yourself. You lie about everything, and we have caught you in your lies so many times yet you still do it. Its one thing to break plans, oh fucking well i guess your not coming, no big deal. But its another to make my dad and I drive 45 minutes to south side on awful roads to sign a lease, plus making Adam drive down 20 minutes on the same road conditions to sign a lease. A lease you knew well before we went down that you weren't going to sign. You wasted our time + made us drive in risky conditions for something you knew you weren't going to do, good job pal.