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Hunter Biden’s recently released memoirs are a treasure trove of drug-addicted weirdness being publicly admitted by someone Joe Biden calls, “The smartest guy I know.”
After telling the world he used to smoke parmesan cheese, mistaking it for crack cocaine, Hunter Biden now also admits being part of a roommate situation he called a “deranged, crack-addled version of The Odd Couple.”
The oddly named, “Beautiful Things,” was released on Tuesday.
According to the book, Hunter once roomed with a homeless woman in DC named “Bicycles” who had seven children, “one on death row, another in prison for life. She didn’t know the whereabouts of the five others.”
“Almost anyone who lives or works in DC has at one time or another seen Bicycles–also known as Rhea, a homeless, middle-aged Black woman–weaving in and out of traffic or swerving around sidewalk pedestrians,” Biden explained.
Bicycles would use her “piercing voice that can be heard a block away as she shouts for everybody to get the hell out of her way, which she does almost continuously.”
The pair have known each other for decades, Biden buying crack from her while attending Georgetown University in the 90s.
In 2016, Hunter again started purchasing crack from Bicycles and eventually invited her to move into his apartment.
“She commandeered the TV and only watched those true-crime shows, with the volume turned way up,” he wrote.
Showing the once-homeless crackhead had more self-respect than Hunter, Biden said she “got mad when I left dirty clothes on the coffee table or spilled vodka on the rug.”
In another chapter, years after living with Bicycles, Hunter described his life at a Los Angeles hotel where a degenerate crew of drug dealers, strippers and drug users would constantly be entering and leaving his room.
Biden detailed, “An ant-trail of dealers and their sidekicks,” going in and out of his room day and night.
“They pulled up in late-series Mercedes-Benzes, decked out in oversized Raiders or Lakers jerseys and flashing fake Rolexes,” he explained. “Their stripper girlfriends invited their girlfriends, who invited their boyfriends.”
Noting the rowdy behavior of the guests, Hunter added, “They’d drink up the entire minibar, call room service for filet mignon and a bottle of Dom Pérignon. One of the women even ordered an additional filet for her purse-sized dog. When they finished, two or three days later, they’d walk out with the hotel’s monogrammed towels and throw pillows and comforters and ashtrays.”
Despite specifically naming multiple reasons for a hotel to be upset with him staying at their location, Hunter accused a hotel who asked him to leave of “racism” after other guests complained about “the parade of ne’er-do-wells traipsing in and out of [his] room.”
