It’s almost been a year so imma tell the story bout how I watched my roommate die from stage 4 lung cancer

So last year I was homeless for like 4-5 months I was working tryna save up to move into a spot, I find a room around the end of November on Craigslist and the dude is cool after I explain my situation to him and cuts half off the lil deposit he wanted

Shits going smooth for the first week then he goes to the hospital cause he hadn’t pissed in like 3 days comes back to the crib and is like “yo I just found out I have stage 4 lung cancer they don’t know how long I have left but I’m gonna start treatments soon”

I’m like “damn nigga I thought my life was fucked up” he thought that was funny lmao fast forward to mid December he’s been going to his treatments he didn’t wanna do chemo so he opted for some infusion based treatment

I remember telling my dawg “bro I’m like 60% sure my roommate is boutta die” this nigga thought I was joking but whole time this nigga was still chain smoking 100s bro asked me to get him 4 packs one day and killed 2 of em the same fuckin day

Fast forward to the end of January it’s the 30th, my oldest sons bday, me and his mom were boutta go to this vr arcade for his bday but she forgot she had class so she like we’ll go this weekend I’m like coo I had the night off so imma just chill and drink

I go grab a lil pint of tequila I’m coolin in discord playin tarkov w my niggas Robert(roommate) in the kitchen cooking I go to take a shit and mid shit I hear “MIKE” I’m like “I’m taking a shit 😀” this nigga say “MIKE HELP” I’m like man wtf

I walk in this fucking kitchen this nigga is projectile vomiting blood on some 28 days later type shit I’m like “OHHH” I remember my first thought “was get him some water” then I was like no call 911

I call these niggas then get put on hold for a whole minute(longest minute of my life by far) this nigga standing next to me puking buckets of blood into the kitchen sink I get patched thru I’m like “this nigga is dying right now where yall at”

I give em our address and tell him what is happening this nigga Robert last words were “oh fuck” then he fall out I try to catch him, miss, so now this nigga propped up against the wall I’m like “man this nigga done fell out man WHERE ARE THESE NIGGAS”

The fuckin operator like “pull him to his back and count his breathing say now everytime his chest rises” I say “that sounds like a terrible idea but word” I grab his ankles pull him to his back blood immediately starts coming out his nose I grab a rag and I’m wiping it away

I’m in full panic mode and this nigga is turning as pale as a white wall the operator tell me the ambulance is there and to go wave them in I go do that these niggas walk in and the first thing they say is “oh shit!” I’m like yeah nigga do sumn

I drift to the back while they start doing cpr and tryna use a suction tool to get the blood out this nigga throat they like what’s wrong I’m like “the nigga got lung cancer and started puking blood” they get back to it I grab that tequila and start chugging it

I’m like Brenda when she was in the theater on scary movie I’m in the back like “YOOOO” “dawg” just taking shots and shit then these niggas like “Fuck man, call it. Time of death 18:37” I’m like 🫢

One of the EMTs come up to me and like “we couldn’t bring him back” I’m like “yall not gon take this nigga to the hospital??” Nigga look at me like I’m dumb and say “he’s dead🙄”

I’m like “man wtf” he’s like “so cpd is gonna come talk to you here in a bit” now the gears are REALLY moving bc I’ve been on the run the last 4 years lmao and there’s a dead nigga in the living room

I’m like ok thanks word I pack a duffel bag with some clothes and throw my laptop in my bag and throw both them bitches out the window as the first part of my exit strategy then call my boy like “nigga I told you this nigga was boutta die and you thought I was playin come get me”

I grab Roberts cigarettes, say sorry, spark one of them hoes and past the EMTs like “I gotta get some air this is crazy” grab my shit and meet my boy at the liquor store up the street I’m rocking a thousand yard stare and shit

I tell him what happened then we hit the skatepark then I get a text from none other than the fuckin cops asking me to call them I’m like man FUCK I call the nigga and he surprisingly sympathetic so I know he ain’t ran my name yet

I’m like “yeah I had to get outta there man” he like “I understand completely” I’m tryna play it cool like “so when can I go back 👀” he’s like “the coroner is gonna be there the rest of the night so tomorrow” I’m like thanks then hang up

This nigga CALLS ME BACK whole tonal shift so I’m know he ran my shit he like “how long have you been living there 👮‍♂️” im screaming internally but I say “since the beginning of December” he like ok thanks and hang up I’m shitting bricks

The real kicker is two days before this nigga Robert died I gave him my rent in cash so I have no money at the moment to go get a room for the night or anything so I gotta make the choice of going homeless again or going back to this newly haunted ass apartment

I stay at my bm place that night then go back the next day, clean up all the blood and shit the EMTs left, and stay there for the next few weeks tryna save up for whatever next plan I come up with all the while suffering from newfound guilt/severe ptsd

The cops never came back so that was great but I stayed there till the apartment owners came to clean the place out then ended up staying with my homeboy until I got arrested in August