I smoke weed and that is literally it. Every here and there I’ll have a few drinks, or sit with said cokehead roomate and have a few beers and listen to music. He’s offered me coke and offered to let me snort some kind of depression pill which I obviously declined. Last time I saw him doing coke I asked him if he can refrain from doing it in the common areas, such as the table of the shared living room. Wake up to is morning at 6am and there is an open bag of coke, with coke all over the table and a rolled up dollar. As well as the cat sitting on the couch about 3 feet away. I am so livid as I don’t want to be exposed to hard drugs at all, and the thought of fentanyl, which from what I know can be almost impossible to detect in most cases fucking terrifies me. Police? Just tell the landlord? I’m at a loss and beyond pissed off right now. I could just slap the shit out of him.