His studio apartment was quite small and felt even smaller due to the ominous presence of a giant cross made out of heavy hand-hewn timbers, which he would haul around the courtyard and perimeter of the apartment complex nightly while wearing not much besides an actual crown of thorns, while drinking red wine and flagellating himself with a leather whip, reliving the blood sacrifice that redeemed us all as a way to thank Jesus for delivering him from the box of snakes (and freaking out the other residents in the apartment complex in the process, although weirdly they all just kind of ignored him). 

It’s in my blood to be an entrepreneur, ever since 4th grade I started selling chocolates in school, and escalated to selling junk food, like chips and soda, all throughout middle school and high school, while also working part time.

You can't squeeze blood from a turnip.

There is one exception, but it has to do with blood).

Fortunately, he was just on a month to month agreement and when the cops were called the second time, I gave him 30 days notice.I actually saw the GF with blood on her and I called the cops.  

A new question: what do you do (or think) about tenants that want to move into your rental, but MAY have bad blood with their current landlord/complex?

Good bless America, land of the free and home of the Blood Sucking Lawyers!! 

He did not use debt because debt increases his blood pressure and reduces his sleep, so he stayed away from debt.

Plus it keeps your blood pressure down because you don't have to deal with that kind of person.  

Basically fire, flood or blood = emergency.