I told him too many odd things are happenning when we're gone: Bikes being moved, his window open to cool the world, hand prints on his window, his broken curtain on that side, my tools being scattered around, his friends knocking on the door then walking in, plus they call too much.
I said David, I want my phone back. I don't want to lock the doors all the time. I don't want to worry about the security of my home. Then there's that little matter about paying rent. He's two months behind, and I don't he's going to be able to pay me by hanging out in his room.
He asked for more time. I told him, he's got a week, which means, someone has to be here all of the time, the neighbors will be watching this place, and I'll be recording activity from my neighbors house (they're impressed by the technology)!