Dirty Rotten Scammers

So my mum has a huge 7 bedroom house that's split into 2, a small 1 bedroom flat downstairs that she and her partner live in, with a spare room, and 5 bedrooms on the upstairs 2 floors with it's own kitchen and bathroom stuff, and she rents out the rooms, mostly over the years it's been to chinese and japanese exchange students, but one guy living there now is a guy she works with, one is another random dude, and up until last week was an Australian guy.

Anyway the Australian guy lived here because my older brother's girlfriend plays Hockey for her university, and is involved in all that sort of stuff with the coaching and stuff, and she said this guy was coming over from Aus to coach the men's team, and needed somewhere to stay, there was a spare room at Mum's house and would he be able to stay? Mum was fine with that and the guy moved in.

Right from the start the guy is name-dropping constantly, talking about how he ran for Council back in Perth and was involved in all of these community projects and nobody really cared because the names he was dropping weren't names anybody here would know.

He didn't arrive with much, just a couple of bags, and he wound up going to a rental place to rent a laptop, and from what I saw, most of his time was spent sitting at home on the internet, basically going out on saturdays and stuff when sports were being played.

About a month ago, mum's partner comes upstairs looking for Jerome, knocks on his door and says "Could you come downstairs for a minute? We need to talk to you", and my first reaction is "Shit, nigga's in trouble, hahaha" and I didn't hear about what'd happened.

The following week, mum's partner comes upstairs, knocks on his door and says "Look mate, the money's still not there, we really need it" and the guy gets in a kind of fluster and says "Oh, well it's supposed to be coming, it should be there!" and so because I'm curious now, I ask mum what the fuck is up. She tells me he hasn't paid any rent since he got here, keeps saying it's coming, and now he's to pay them in full by next week and get out.

Due date rolls around, and I'm in the kitchen making a coffee, and everyone else is at work. I leave the kitchen to go take a shit, come back in the kitchen and there's a set of keys sitting there with a note. Note says "Dear [Savant's mum] and [Savant's mum's partner], thank you for showing me such hospitality, I've been made to feel really welcome etc... I will be going to stay with some old family friends here in Hamilton, my number hasn't changed so if you could let me know if there's any mail that'd be great". No mention of the money he owes, he just disappeared from the house as if he was a welcome guest.

So anyway, I ring mum and say "Yeah, Jerome's gone" and she says "Fucking prick, he knew I'd be there kicking his ass out once I got home from work", and she gets on the phone to my brother's girlfriend, who asks how he's doing, and mum tells him he's disappeared and not paid any rent at all.

The girlfriend emails him, saying "What's going on, I've just been told you're gone and haven't been paying rent?" and he comes back with "Yeah I know I screwed up, but I've just been diagnosed with Category 9 testicular cancer, and my head's not in the right place, and I really just need to focus on what the doctors are saying about how much time I have left", which she then forwards to Mum. Mum's sister has had extensive breast cancer so mum knows that Cancer goes up to Stage 4, not Category 9, and that he's full of shit.

The girlfriend finds out where he's staying because she wants to talk to him, and she passes that address on immediately to Mum, who goes around to the house on Saturday night, because she knows the guy is on a hockey field trip. Talks to the people who he's living with, who it turns out he recently met through cricket, and he told them his flat went on the market and he had to move out, they said they had a spare room and he could stay with them. Mum explains what's really going on, hands them a letter with the details of everything so far, and a letter to be given to him. She gets home and gets a phone call from his new "landlords" who say "Yeah we read that letter and thought about it, and decided to pack all his shit up and leave it on the driveway, but then my flatmates saw him walking down the road and felt sorry for him, so we dropped him off at a Backpackers in town, but also I've bought him an airline ticket out of the country on thursday morning".

Mum goes around to the backpackers place, finds Jerome, sits down and quietly explains that she knows cops at the airport and he'll be escorted onto the plane to ensure he gets the fuck out of the country (And this is in a public area of the backpackers, so apparently people are sitting there gobsmacked at what they've just heard), she goes to the manager of the place "Has he paid yet?" and the guy goes "Nah they pay at the end" and mum goes "Well either get him to pay you now or kick his fat ass onto the street because he won't pay if he can get away with it" and walks out.

Then yesterday, Sunday, I answered the phone to have a lady from the bank asking to speak to him, saying it's kind of urgent. I just say he's not available at the moment and get the details and stuff, and Mum's partner goes into the bank this morning and says "I don't know what you want him for, but he's ripped us off and he's fleeing the country on thursday", and the bank manager says "Well I really shouldn't be telling you this, but he was just in here explaining to us that he's getting a student loan to study, and his course related costs will cover some of his debt to us, because no money has ever come into his account, but plenty has gone out on his credit cards", John says "Well he can't do that, he's a foreigner, he won't be able to get it", and the bank manager says "Oh fuck, well I'll have to call australia then and make sure we have some contact details for him there".

Then John goes to the rental place where he got his laptop, tells them the story, and the chick there immediately sends 2 debt collectors to the backpackers to take his computer, which he hands over without any fuss, and leaves all his shit on there, which has all this email correspondance trying to set himself up as a hockey and rugby coach all over the country.

Anyway at the same time mum's managed to track down his parents in Australia, gives them a call and says "Yeah I'm over in NZ and your son has ripped us off", and they're like "What the fuck? We haven't heard from him in months, and thought he was in America" (Meanwhile people here have often heard him talking "on skype" and saying "Yeah love you mum and dad blah blah blah"), so they say they'll pick him up from the airport on thursday and find out what's going on.

Meanwhile I'm on the phone to the studylink people informing him that I believe he's trying to commit fraud and that he's leaving the country on thursday, they're saying they'll talk to immigrations and police and if there's enough, they'll either take him into custody and charge him, or escort him onto the plane to make sure he fucks off.

And now I see how evil my mother is, because she doesn't care about the money now, she's trying to think up more ways to completely fuck him over, which includes having airport security (Some of whom she knows) maybe take him into a little room for questioning at the airport. And I think it's all fucking awesome.

tl;dr

haha wow, what a prick. It just so happens I'm watching some tv show about a conman right now...he's in lots of trouble at this point.

I hope the cops at the airport decide he looks suspicious and give him a search. But they won't because he's a big fat fuck.

Is there any written agreement/contract stating this random dude agrees to pay rent?

tl;dr tbh

Yep standard tenancy agreement. Mum doesn't care enough about the money though, it's only about $800.

I actually took the time to read this. I lol'd.

http://www.jeromebuckcoaching.com/default.html

There's his website. I think the "Time in Worcestor" thing is to try to imply he might be in the UK, but also his blog from back in Feb talks about how well he's coping with the cold weather (It's summer) and he talks about his journey to the other side of the world.

That fat fuck wants people to think he's a coach?!

Apparently so, yeah.

:lolgray:

Oh he also mentioned to me at one point that the Labour party had asked for his help in running their campaign in my electorate. I was like "Oh yeah? That sounds...likely"

You know what's even funnier? That your family fell for his "I'm a coach" thing. Seriously? It's obvious just looking at that fat fuck.

The university did too, since they were trialling him but he hadn't signed any contracts yet, and that's being terminated tomorrow night at a committee meeting my brother's gf set up.

I read this. But I don't believe it actually happened.

He sounds more like a deadbeat than a scammer. Your mother's diligence in warning others is hilarious.

I'm more inclined to think he has some sort of disassociation with reality. His blog strongly implies he's somewhere in the northern hemisphere, though he doesn't say exactly where, apart from one reference to "If you're ever in the US, you must pay a visit to the Arlington Memorial Cemetary". And his claim that he's dying from category 9 testicular cancer, which as far as I can tell doesn't exist.

Of course it doesn't exist. There's no "as far as I can tell" about it. Even you pointed out that cancer only goes to Stage IV.