he's such a douch, he thinks he knows more about how to look after my instruments than i do. which is why i now have a bass, in a travel bag, just barely able to sit in its stand because of the bulky bag. the stand is right next to the front door. he ceremoniously kicks his shoes off and pile his crap in front of my instuments. its only a matter of time until somebody knows into the stand, or the people up stairs have violent sex and the whole thing topples over.