Dear Landlord,
Why should I pit you? You and I have gotten along marvelously. I make your life simple by managing the house of 5 college students. You get one check from me, rarely later than the “due date” and when I do mess up, I correct it as fast as I can. In fact, to make sure you get your fucking money, I take the hit and go guido on my roommates.
Why do I do this? Because you’re too incompetent to and with your new child I can’t let the poor soul starve because obviously you’re too fucking stupid to cash last month’s rent check.
Is it too complicated for you? Are you out to confuse my accounting? Do you want to fuck with my head? It’s a fucking check. We did real well to begin my residence here, I’d write them and you’d cash them. Like clockwork. But suddenly your life has gotten confusing, your new baby has you spinning in circles, but for fucks sake I need to know what I have and don’t have so I can, you know, pay for tuition and shit.
If you’re not going to keep our status quo and you’re going to rock the boat, then I’m going to begin insisting you take care of the problems I’ve let slide this long. I can’t help it if you tore down the strip of siding on the house because the insurance company was confused. Oh wait, they weren’t - you were. So how fucking hard is it to put those boards back on the side of the house? I’d love to actually have a visible house number, my friends who come over love the printed house number in the window. That’s real classy.
Or how about our insects? We may not be the cleanest group of guys in the world, but we keep it sanitary, and yet we still have to battle roaches and the occasional man-eating spider. Get Terminix out here and spray the house down.
What about the bathroom work you promised would be done when we moved in last Summer? I know our move-in date snuck up on you and you promised to handle it “soon” after we settled in. Little did I know “soon” actually meant over a year later. That whole blue/white mish-mash theme is exactly what I was looking for in a house’s main bathroom. Thanks.
Now, cash my fucking check before I rip your eyes out and skull fuck you (thank you Full Metal Jacket).
Sincerely,
Your Unhappy Tenant,
Ronin