He didn't tell his parents, he didn't tell his frat brothers, he didn't tell his roommates.

Alright, so this is coming from the writer of "The Flea-bag of a Roommate." I promised a follow-up, and here it is.

If you haven't read that yet, go look at the top-ranked stories, it's in reader's picks. You'll need it for some decent background info.

When we left off, our hero (the fleabag roommate) had not paid a cent of rent and was generally a slovenly disgusting mess. Not much has changed.

It is now mid-February, and the man has only paid $1000 out of the $4000 or so that he owes. The landlord has been tiptoeing around the issue of evicting him, and although he hasn't gone through with it yet, every time I see him he seems angrier about the situation. Now, the fact that he hasn't paid our landlord anything recently isn't much of a surprise.

What is annoying, however, is that we discovered that recently, our landlord has realized he probably won't get any money out of the fleabag and started charging his part of the utilities to the other 3 of us. So not only is this jerk stiffing the landlord, he's screwing his roommates too.

There has been one break in the clouds though.

The dog, the source of so many fleas, is gone. In addition, we thoroughly cleaned the house of any trace of dog/fleas, so hopefully we won't have to deal with fleas again.

However, here comes the good part.

Since we got back from winter break, we (and I refer to me and my two other roommates here) have noticed that the fleabag has pretty much stopped going to class. In fact, he's stopped doing anything that could be construed as work. Most of the time, he's out of the house getting drunk at his frat, or doing god-knows-what with people we don't know. This all seemed a bit suspicious to us, so we decided to do a little digging. What we found only somewhat surprised us all.

He's not enrolled at the school anymore.

That's right. He came back, across half the country, and he doesn't go to the school anymore. He didn't tell his parents, he didn't tell his frat brothers, he didn't tell his roommates.

What this means is pretty interesting: Since he's not enrolled anymore, he won't get any more financial aid. Therefore, he won't have any money that way. He doesn't have a job, so he won't get any money that way either. On top of that, his student loans for the first year and a half will immediately come due, although he may have a six-month grace period of sorts, depending on the loan.

While it's good that he spends most of his time out of the house now, I'm really not looking forward to when I have to answer the door for debt collectors looking for him.

Also, I'm hoping, but I've pretty much given up on getting a reference from this landlord. Our fleabag of a roommate has ruined that chance for me.

If anything else really good happens, I'll put it up here, but that's the story for now. Hey, at least I'll have a great story to tell my grandkids, right?

They'll get the best cautionary tale ever.