Once upon a time there was a batshit crazy insane girl who named herself "Sir William 'Razor X' Outlaw," and this, as far as I'm aware, is the only picture in existence of this very real train wreck of a person. I took it last week.
Razor has an interesting technique for getting places to stay. What she does is find someone to let her into their home. Then she never ever goes away. Not ever. Not until the police drag her away.
When I first met Razor she had, just a couple weeks prior, scared off the tenant of a Williamsburg loft.
Razor met the girl at a bar, went home with her, then refused every request to leave by whatever means possible. Razor begged, pleaded, wept, screamed and threw blame in every direction besides herself. A couple weeks later the woman simply found it easier to leave. That is how Razor acquired this Williamsburg loft.
This same tactic worked on the two guys managing the floor who came looking for the rent at the end of the month. She begged and pleaded and wept until they too foolishly buckled and let her stay. This is when Razor rented this lady's loft to me, resulting in 2 years of the worst roommate situation I've ever experienced.