So it is a little creepy goingn through your ex-roommate many months-delinquent-on-his-rent-and-long-since-gone's things, in another landlord motivated cleaning drive that has emptied our the closet fully, at least. For you find such random things, which you look at curiously, then throw out summarily. Things like love notes, valentine's day cards, old photos from childhood, and the same apology speech written out several times on several index cards. I was more concerned with his cash deficiencies than his emotional ones. All in all, a disappointing lack of any incriminating paraphernalia or literature. And now there is little let to salvage.