You know…in Spanish we have these saying…”historias para no dormir” to describe when you will hear a particular story, that it will leave you so disturbed, that you won’t be able to fall asleep…
In America, those stories are that common, like to say seals sunbathing in the artic, that everybody takes them for granted. Get ready pals:

Story A)

Saturday Night Live in South Lincoln street

Our neighbours describe they situation during a drinking binge: “ Oh, yesssa, that bitch!”  Allison recalls “ that bitch of a roomate just left because “oh well ladies” she said to us “I just got pregnant by a white guy that’s in the military”. So she left –continues Allison- and then, the very next day, an angry woman knocks in our door: “knock, knock, knock”  “Who is this? we ask”  And an angry lady is standing by the door and shouts: “You’re water is getting shut down this next Monday for failure to pay” –that happens in Friday- “No shit! we answer her” Allison continues: "Looks like the pregnant roommate didn’t pay the water bill, so we just realized we paid her but she didn’t paid the water company…so that approximately $700 evaporated and now there they are, standing in our door in the shape of an crone.
“But, wait, wait” Allison proceeds: “Didn’t you notice?” she asks to James, Benjamin and me. “Notice what?” we reply surprised. Allison keeps going: “They already canceled the electricity on us…we were 3 days living without electricity because that bitch…that bitch didn’t pay the electric bill either!!” “Oh woaa-hai!!!” I exclaim “And what about the gas bill?” I catly ask “Oh, that’s no problem, the gas it’s under my name”.

Story B.)

9am Sunday morning
Research Lab at Kent State

A girl with a super-girly high pitch enters our lab and out-of-the-box –this means no good mornings, no-nonsense whatsoever- just drops on us:

“You know…this morning…You can’t imagine what I went through this morning…” “What happened?” Pawan and me ask her.
“You see…my aunt is divorcing my uncle, because she found him cheating on her with his secretary…and now, my uncle who has a company –“We are not blood-related, by the way” (that, in American jargon means "someone whom I give a fuck")- And you know.…because of tax problems he just went bankrupt last wek and now the bank is evicting him…from a 2.5 million dollar house”. At that point my head is barely keeping it up, but she continues relentless: “And you know…my aunt had just left some stuff on his home, but if the bank takes over his house, then ev-ery-thi-ng inside it belongs to the bank…so we had to rush this morning before 6am to get everything out”. Wow, I start thinking, people in this country keep life busy…Evicting things at 5am on a Sunday morning…that’s work, carajo!
“Hey” I ask her “And how your aunt found out about your uncle’s chetaing?” “Oh” Andrea answers. “She just run into his office and found both of them making out over the desk. Hihihihi, I guess the movies have to get inspired by real events, right?”