Brian recently won a Nintendo 64 as some sort of door prize. Stored, of course, at Roy's house. Roy has been recently getting more and more annoyed with Brian, which is a typical reaction to his personality. Roy's friends are okay with Brandon, but don't like Brian at all. One day, one of them knocked on the door and Brian shouted "It's Open!!" from inside the shower. Later Brian found out that the guy was fuming mad and wanted to kick his ass. Ass kicking is generally defined as a non-fatal beating. General sentiment at Roy's was moving towards "Brian must go."

Two days ago, Brian's N64 disappeared from Roy's house, stolen. Roy's house is not a secure place, and pretty much anyone can walk in and out of it at will. Brian immediately began interrogating everyone in the house as to whether they took it. Brandon was ill during this, and Brian took his lack of eye contact and inattention as an indication of guilt, or at least involvement with this plot to deprive him of 64 bit electronic entertainment. Brian theorized that they had taken it to teach him some sort of lesson about respecting other people's belongings, as he had taken a few cigarettes without asking a few days earlier. Brandon was getting more and more disgusted with Brian's behavior. As Brian told me this story over the phone, I could hear Brandon saying things like "Geez Brian...I can't believe you." in appropriate spots, such as right after the 'lesson' theory.

Yesterday, Brian wrote a note to Brandon before he left for work, while Brandon was asleep. It called for any guilty parties to fess up and bring forth his N64. I don't know the exact wording, I will try to recover the note soon. He called me on the phone and explained how the thief had only taken his N64, and known to go into his bag to retrieve the power supply and controller. In addition, one of the housemates was home during the period in which it disappeared, and she claimed to have not heard anything. All damning evidence pointing to the other residents.

Today, Brian called me and told me that Brandon had kicked him out of Roy's house. Brand was angry at the mistrust and paranoia evident in Brian's letter, so was Roy. Brian tried to reason with them, rationalizing his behavior across the board, but Roy came back with "Brian, if you don't get out, I'm going to pop a cap in your ass." (That's how Roy talks, by the way.) Hearing this, Brian left. He is currently crashing on a couch at Julie's house ("That's what friends are for!" says Julie.) but he already managed to secure a new residence. He'll be living fairly close to Kris now, paying rent like everyone else.

However, the friendship has been damaged. He is worried that they have broken up their friendship, and that it might affect the band. I assured him that humans don't make any sense, and that NOT living with Brandon was the best thing he could do to be his friend. Truly, living with someone is the acid test that tells you whether you can stand them or not. (I can live with Ed as a roommate. I could probably live with Kris. I get antsy when Brian even comes over to my house for too long.) Brandon would also be able to to function in the band, friend or not. I know this because there was a period where he didn't like me too much, but explained to a friend of ours that the band was more like a business relationship, where we didn't have to like each other to work together. Strangely, when there is a great deal of tension between us, we tend to perform better.

Okay, enough about my friends. Shouldn't I be getting a girlfriend or something already? Dealing with guys all the time is getting on my nerves. I spent a big chunk of time tonight counseling Brian. There is no one to spend time listening to my problems, though. Perhaps I don't have any. Perhaps I write them down and post them on the world wide web. That's almost as good as someone listening, actually. Hey! That way I get to seem monolithically stable in person!