Normally if I find anything at all in a new place (have moved around a lot the past few years - university accomodation) then it's some crap like a magazine, some paper clips, a pen. Shit like that.
But no my previous housemate was careful to leave the following items which had fallen down behind a set of drawers in the desk:
#1 - His topical cream.
at this point I'm glad I cleaned everything that wasn't nailed down (and most of what was) when I moved in.#2 - His rhyme book.
Yes indeed. Mr Sweaty fancied himself as a lyrical lacerator. That I could deal with, only there's some penned lyrics with it and they're terrible. I might scan them in later, if I dare touch the paper. But for now here's a sample:
"I spit apocolypse lines with my colossus divine, leavin garage MCs sufferin atrocities from da worst terrorist crime,"
#3 - An application form
Carefully filled out in the fullest. Great, so the greasemaster manages to leave behind 2 enourmously embarrasing personal items, and then also manages to leave every possible personal detail behind with them
Name, address, telephone number, family. I wonder if they know he sweats buckets and drops verbal bombshells on saturdays?
Excuse me, gonna go wash my.... well, I'm gonna go wash.
In the place I live now.