landlord yelled at me----big mistake!
Yesterday, hours after I called to check about a new apartment miles away, the landlord knocked----to start yelling at ME MAKING TROUBLE. I yelled back, told him all the crap I've put up with for ten years, and told him: give me 60 days; his response of "i'll give you six months." Me yelling and complaining, telling him I've had enough---he stopped yelling, and went downstairs with nonsense of talking to loud idiot; TOO LATE.
Sloppy hateful idiot next door complained about cat food cans outside----so if I cant help starving cats, no reason for me to put up with all the nonsense I put up with.
I told the landlord I can get treated like dirt anywhere; can listen to loud music anywhere---cant move to anywhere worse than how I'm treated now.
I'm sleeping in the living room to avoid loud music heard in my bedroom, and now I no longer use back steps so that the idiots leaving stairway door open can't say I'm the one doing that; landlord put a sign on back door telling people---me, really---to keep door closed.
landlord also made big mistake of asking if I'm on meds----old meds were for depression, not for some hallucinating about imaginary music; that really bothers me.
Friday before Columbus Day a bad time to make calls about moving, so Tuesday to make more of an effort. Lemonade out of lemons; takes all this for me to finally get the heck out of here.
Sloppy hateful idiot next door complained about cat food cans outside----so if I cant help starving cats, no reason for me to put up with all the nonsense I put up with.
I told the landlord I can get treated like dirt anywhere; can listen to loud music anywhere---cant move to anywhere worse than how I'm treated now.
I'm sleeping in the living room to avoid loud music heard in my bedroom, and now I no longer use back steps so that the idiots leaving stairway door open can't say I'm the one doing that; landlord put a sign on back door telling people---me, really---to keep door closed.
landlord also made big mistake of asking if I'm on meds----old meds were for depression, not for some hallucinating about imaginary music; that really bothers me.
Friday before Columbus Day a bad time to make calls about moving, so Tuesday to make more of an effort. Lemonade out of lemons; takes all this for me to finally get the heck out of here.
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I will pray for you to find a better place my friend.
Gosh that landlord is just UNBELIEVEABLE! I suppose he finds it easier to pick on you because he is probably afraid of the other ones!
Thanks, KellyPaterson....though your situation is worse than mine, and I hope the best for you.
TroJanThunder,
The landlord was ok till now---its partly the old story of one ex-junkie sticking up for another ex-junkie; the landlord made sure to mention his own past drug abuse, when I said of the downstairs loud idiot being a drunk and addict.
Sooo, I even said I used to smoke grass, with 1995? being the last----THAT made the landlord talk nicer to me, as weird as that might seem, Go figure.