MAJOR ANNOUNCEMENT: Lance Foxx says good-bye.

The following was posted April 26, 2003

The worst possible thing happened today.

I don't even know where to begin. It's going to be hard for me to explain this. Please bare with me and see if you can understand why I'm such an emotional wreck right now and why I have been forced to go offline.

I'll start by explaining what my living situation has been like. I live in a house with my mate. The house is a bit expensive by most standards, but with roommates, we've made it work. We've lived here with one other roommate for two years. We all split the rent three ways.

Well, in 5 days, the lease is set to be renewed. We knew long in advance that the roommate planned to move out, so we started looking for another.

At the same time, I was chatting with an old friend of mine. I knew him from back when we were in the same Navy schooling together. We shared a lot of cool memories and I used to think he was a cool guy. Apparently, he was breaking up with his boyfriend and needed a place to go. We decided to take him in. It sounded like he was in an abusive relationship and thought it'd be perfect for him to come out here and live with us. So, in December, he moved from Ohio to live with us.

Immediately, he found a new mate. I'm talking so soon the new mate almost picked my friend up from the airport instead of us. We were a bit phased by this, but the new guy turned out to be cool, so we forgot about this and let him move in as well.

So, since December, the old roommate was moving out and two new ones were moving in. We thought everything was cool. They were staying with us until the old one moved out and with about a month or so to go, something came up.

My friend and his new mate made mention that they didn't intend to stay. We paniced at first, thinking they were backing out of the deal, but they explained that they meant within a year, not within months. They wanted a place together on their own somewhere within 8 months or so.

No probem. We told them, sign and six month lease and that'll give us plenty of time to look for other roommates or at least find another place to live. They agreed and everything was fine.

Then, a few days ago, my friend got an offer to move to Florida. This was with about 10 days ago to sign the lease. It appeared to be on a whim and for some eason, my friend became hell bent on this idea.

We tried explaining to him, hey, you've got a great thing going here. You just got a job, you have a mate that loves you, you live in a killer home, with killer friends, and we're 10 days away from renewing this lease. What was he being promised in Florida? What would his mate do there, away from his job, family, and friends? What job would he have? How well did he know this guy in Florida? Three days, it turns out by the way.

We went on, and by we I mean including his mate, and we explained how leaving would throw my life and Burr's into complete shambles. After explaining it, he wasn't happy, but he seemed settled on that matter.

Today...

Today, it's 5 days before the lease. Burr and I go up to the Wolf Park. The old roommate is moving out. My friend's mate goes to work.

My friend secretly packed up what he could carry and took a bus to Florida.

I'm shocked, stunned, hurt, incredibly hurt, betrayed, back-stabbed... I mean, my friend knew how much this would devastate us and he didn't care. He left. He just grabbed his things and walked out...

Leaving his mate behind. His mate is devasted. I can't believe that over everything else. There was no note. No good-byes. He just left. He dumped his mate who loved him dearly without a word of explanation. What a fucking bastard.

Now, we have 5 days to find a new place to live. That means no cable, no internet access for me. That's why I'm going offline and why I don't know when I'll be back. No phone. No cell phone. I don't know how we're going to pay all this up coming bills now. Burr and I are forced to get rid of our boat. Burr will have to find a way to take care of the classic car he inherited. I will have to sell my car. There's a portable basketball goal I gave to Burr that we'll have to get rid of. There's more, but those are the major things. We have so much stuff that if we moved into an apartment (which is more expensive than this house, believe it or not), it would cost too much because we'd have to live in the apartment and have storage.

We're screwed. My "friend" screwed us. He left and didn't care if he dumped his mate and left our lives in shambles.

In closing, let me warn you about this fur that can't be trusted. His name is Eric Bernecker and he goes by the name Vanyel Ashke. Avoid him. I'm going to try to get by, but this throws us in a world of debt and I'm not sure I'll be back online for months. Wish my mate and I luck, and more importantly, send your prayers to Eric's former mate. He's hurting right now more than we'll ever know and he needs your thoughts.

Otherwise, this is good-bye. Commissions will still be done, just not posted online unless I can get a friend to do it for me. But, paid commissions will be done and mailed to you. If you'd like to contact me, please e-mail me at...

VORPINE@hotmail.com