Judge Judy can't kill Sadness

...her place while we were at camp. All seemed well. Ah, but it wasn't. Halfway through the summer we returned to Bellingham to check on the apartment; we returned to a disgusting cave of an apartment that rieked of weed. Oh and to top it off, almost all of the books and lamps and things we'd left behind for them to use were thrown in our trunk and generally ruined. Assholes right? Well it gets worse...