Click on torn piece of scrap cardboard to enlarge!

This is what was left behind by Mike. Unless you include bad memories and a set of damaged mini blinds. My only question is that if he used cardboard for the note, what is he going to sleep in tonight? Ha ha ha ha ha! I'm half joking, by the way. I overheard him calling someone as he was moving asking questions like "How many roommates do you have?" and his girlfriend had a paper in her hand with addresses and dollar amounts on it. Sounds like he waited until the last second to find a place to stay. Doh!
Translation: "Hello, I spoke with *name withheld* about the table in the kitchen. He knows I'll be back in a month to pick it up. Same # for last bill. Good Day. Love 'Mike'. My key is in the Conch Shell outside."
His last day was so typical of his time here. He asked for extra time because he always thinks that others are reponsible to help him with his problems. As soon as my brother said yes, he went to sleep! And when it was all said and done, he was 17 hours late leaving. Fortunately (and surprisingly) the room was left clean. I saw his girlfriend sweeping in there which I'm sure would not have been done otherwise.
Last night was wonderful. I kept going into the now empty room with a big smile on my face. It's great not to have to worry what is broken, eaten or coated in coffee when I get home.