I was hired to help this one guy move his shit out of his apartment, and I was not prepared for what I witnessed there. I've seen a lot of wild shit and sex shit from helping people move, but never what I saw here. I went to grab the boxes that this guy with red and white hair had finished packing, and none of them had been closed. Grabbed the first box, and it was filled with chopsticks and bowls. Weird, but OK. Still pretty normal, all things considered.
Grabbed the next box, and it was jam-packed with packages of cold soba. Weird, but I didn't judge. I dunno, maybe he liked it a lot, or maybe he was doing something with all that soba.
Grabbed the next, and it was also filled to the brim with cold soba. Same with the next. And the next. And the next. And the next—
This motherfucker had THIRTY BOXES OF COLD SOBA. You know how many boxes (excluding the one full of bowls and chopsticks since I know they're for the cold soba) DIDN'T have any cold soba?
ONE. ONE FUCKING BOX. AND YOU KNOW WHAT WAS IN THAT BOX? PAINTINGS OF BOWLS OF COLD SOBA WITH CHOPSTICKS IN THEM.
THIS GUY LITERALLY BOUGHT AN ENTIRE FUCKING APARTMENT JUST FOR HIS COLD SOBA OBSESSION.