The Disillusionists. cont'd...

I gave her the rent and she already had her kid's things moved out and I said I'd be moving in over the next few days which was fine by her so she gave me the key and a receipt even and, there you go. When my friend got back from Mexico - I'll call her a "friend" because I didn't know what else to call her at that time.
"I'd call her a bitch." said the expression on Denise's face when I mentioned her. But at that time Jen was way out of my league or whatever. A University Professor and had asked me if I needed a place to stay when she got back which I thought was very friendly but I told her I already had a place but it seemed like we were mutually in no hurry for me to move out so I left my stereo for last because she had thrown her last one out the door at her ex-boyfriend. You know, dribs and drabs you pick up from other people's lives.
Denise said that months later, when I was in New Zealand pullin' tits (milking cows) Jen had come around a couple of times which I found to be very interesting because she tried her best to keep me from leaving the country in the first place. When she came back from El Salvador she was going all mental because my ex-girlfriend had told her that I was drinking and screwing chicks in her place all day and night which sounds great but was like, totally untrue. Anyway, a couple of weeks later she had acted as my guarantor (Jen) on my passport application and had evidentally tried to have it revoked because she had only known me for two weeks and had therefore lied - isn't that her bad, not mine? She also ratted me out to welfare 'cuz I got to the office to pick up my cheque and they've got a hold on it so I sit down and wait with this forged note in my pocket to get a clothing voucher for a new job eh? But the job is in fuckin' New Zealand which I'm not going to tell them and out walks this big guy with his name on my lips,
"Mister Stevenson?"
All my i.d. had the wrong addresses and he knew where I was going and when and who I'd been working for and what vehicles I had sold and for how much and I was like, never open your mouth to anybody. So after all that I ended up signing something which says I owe six-hundred and fifty bucks to be paid back over the next however many months on my next claim - which they still haven't collected I'm proud to say. I walked out of there with a food voucher for fifty bucks as well. Bam!