Tale of Two Shitties

The BBQ Pit
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WARNING - VERY LONG, RANTING POST!

After my little brother was killed by a car while riding his bike in front of the house I grew up in, my dad and step-mom sold the house to my brother.

The house is quite large, in excellent condition but really too much for just my brother and his son, so he sectioned it off and rented parts of it out. The back section of the house became a one bedroom apartment, with a full bathroom, living area (with fireplace), and access to the main kitchen. The lower level became a three bedroom, 1 1/2 bath, full kitchen, den, and laundry area. My brother lives in the main part of the house, two bedrooms, 1 1/2 bath, main kitchen, living room, and entertainment room. All have private entries and covered parking. They also have a large workshop, garage, and outdoor entertainment area available.

In other words, it is a very nice place that normally would rent quite high. However, my brother rented the back area to his friend Jake for $400.00 per month and the lower level to his friend Kale, his girlfriend Traci, and their two kids for $600.00. He could have asked, and gotten, a lot more.

Two years go by and everything is just ducky. Rent is paid on time and in full, everyone is happy. La la la la la. . . . .

Last March, Kale leaves Traci and moves out of state. Skips out on the lease. He says that she is a hosebeast from hell and he wants to get as far away from her as possible. My brother talks to her and they make arrangements for her to stay and pay $500.00 per month for a year and then increase to $600.00.
Pretty damn good for such a nice place.

April comes, Traci pays $500.00. May comes, she didn’t get many hours at work and is only able to pay $250.00, with a promise to make it up by paying $550.00 per month. June comes, my brother doesn’t see Traci for almost two weeks. She has been home, but just during the hours my brother is at work. When he finally catches her, she tells him that she had the rent but she was never able to catch him to pay (the dumb bitch couldn’t slide it under the door?) and ended up using it for food, sorry. She only paid $100.00 in July because she “had to pay her car payment, dammit.” My brother is an “insensitive jerk” because he “expects her to GIVE him money when she has other things to pay”.

My brother files papers with the court to have her evicted. The process servers were supposed to serve the eviction the following Monday. Ten days later, they finally get around to doing so. The papers give her 30 days to vacate or request a court hearing to argue reasons why she should not be kicked out. Three weeks later, she files papers with the court requesting this hearing. This overrides the original eviction and postpones the eviction for approximately another 30 days, to the date of the court hearing. This brings it into September, without a fucking cent from this parasite.

In the meantime, my brother gets the bill for his cell phone - $260.00+!!! There are numbers on the bill that were made at all hours of the night. He begins calling the telephone numbers and lo and behold, Ms. Loser has been sneaking into the garage in the middle of the night and taking his cell phone out of his truck, using it, and then sneaking it back before he left for work. Guess this solved the mystery of the missing spare keys. Her own phone line had been disconnected due to lack of payment.

When he confronted her, she was insulted that he was pissed off! After all, she is “a single mom, and single mom’s need telephone access” and because “he charges so much for rent, it is his fault for making her lose her phone, so he owes it to her.” She failed to mention that she hadn’t been paying the fucking rent!!! Nor did she mention that her kids had been living with her parents for the last two months because she wanted her freedom. The logic of this bitch is truly amazing.

He filed theft charges but the cops did squat.

My brother’s electric can-opener disappears. He went downstairs and asked her if she has seen it. “Me? Noooo.” Later that afternoon, he has Jake ask her if she has a can-opener he can borrow. Sure, and she hands him my brothers!!! Two days later, she asks my brother if he has a can-opener she can borrow. Hell no, bitch!

Anyway, this type of bullshit continued. My brother put a new lock on the door that connects to the stairs leading up. She had the freakin nerve to tell my brother that she was insulted that he was trying to keep her out of his living area!

The court date comes and the judge tells her that she must leave and that she owes my brother back rent as well as some other fees. However, he gives her an additional 30 days to get out! Still, she pays nothing.

My brother finds the base of a cordless phone plugged into an extra phone jack under his son’s bed. She had somehow gained access to his area AGAIN and was now using his phone line for her cordless phone. He took a hammer to the base.

He finally retained an attorney, for a few hundred dollars.

My brother files papers to have her personal belongings confiscated for back payments. He also discovered that a year earlier she had been charged with fraud and ordered to pay restitution. She never did and a warrant for her arrest was issued. She never showed up for court. They planned to arrest her when they issued the confiscation notice. My sister and I are spiteful little jerks, so we grabbed a couple Diet Pepsi’s, hopped into her mini-van, and drove to my brothers. We sat on the front porch as they hauled her ass out of there. In a sarcastic voice, I said “Byeeeeeeee, Traciiiiiiiiiiiii.” as they took her away.

The constables tagged her TV, stereo, computer, boom-box, printer, and a few other things, and told her she had 14 days to pay my brother or else they would come back and take those things, sell them at auction, and give the money to my brother.

Jake knew what had been going on for the those last few months and decided, hell, why should I pay rent? She doesn’t and she still gets to live here.

My brother goes back to the county and files eviction papers on Jake.

All of these filing actions cost my brother a chunk of money.

A few hours later, Traci bails out of jail and comes back home like nothing ever happened. The 14 days past and the constables come and for some unknown reason, only take her boombox and a video tape rewinder. Together they are only worth about $80.00, a far cry from the amount she owes. They also inform my brother that they have to hold the things for 14 days and that he is responsible for paying the storage, $17.00 per day. He tells them to stick it up their asses.

By this time, we are all convinced that the court system is fucking crap. They are so worried about protecting the rights of lowlifes, that they totally fuck those who are honest. People like my brother get screwed in both ends.

My brother stopped at a local pawn shop to see if he could get a good deal on some type of tool. While there, he found a large generator that looked just like the one he had home in the garage. Looking closer, he sees a dent that is in the exact same spot as the one on his. He asked who brought it in and is told Jake *******. The guy says that Jake also pawned a lawnmower and a chainsaw. He shows them, and sure as hell, they are his. They call the cops and file charges. So far, the cops have done jackshit.

The 30 days to vacate expired, but she is STILL there! The courts gave her 20 more days to REALLY leave (yeah, right), but not until my brother had to file yet another document that told her that she will be physically removed if she is not gone by the deadline. Two days before the deadline, she had the balls to ask my brother if she can live there until after the first of the year.

The 30 day eviction for Jake expired, but although his things remained in the house, he isn’t seen for a few days. My brother, who is now a lot wiser, takes matters into his own hands and moved all of his things outside and bolts the door. The next

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Wow! Where do you live? Are the “authorities” really so snowed under that it took 10 months to remove the deadbeat?

Damn! I was evicted once, over 30 years ago. The factory where my husband worked changed owners and had a temporary lay-off. We had two small children and total income was $17 a week in unemployment comp. No jobs in the area.

We asked our landlord (who knew we weren’t lying, the whole town was affected) if they’d be patient for the rent and they said sure. Within the week, the sheriff was at the door telling us we had to leave. There was no question about us getting a lawyer. We left. (And left a lot of our stuff, including an almost new TV, cuz we felt bad about not being able to pay the rent.)

Things have never been that bad since – but since you asked – one of the lessons here is that lowlifes such as you describe abound, and that they use the system in many ways to avoid even discomfort, or potholes on the smooth road they think their lives should be.

Hope your brother gets references for his next tenants. And locks! Geez – how did those people get to all of his stuff!

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Clever topic title, BTW – I thought it was gonna be a rant on constipation or diarrhea remedies. Not that I would have anything to say on THAT subject, mind you.

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Yea. Don’t be a lying thieving bitch and pay your bills on time.

Don’t rent to a lying thieving bitch.

STAY STRONG

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I notice that the original transactions were entered into with people described as “friends” of your brother. Over the years I’ve seen a few crappy situations develop where commerce is conducted between friends(and most of these have involved either renting to or employing a “friend”). My thought is that when things start to go sour, people are inclined to give someone they know a little more latitude than they would a stranger and it then becomes more difficult to get things back on track.

That being said, there’s a difference between people who are just fuck ups and people who are thieves.

Hope it gets better for your brother.

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I believe every work you posted…because the same thing happened to my dad…and the courts are definitely on the side of the evictees and not the evictors. The best lesson learned here…do not ever do business with family or close friends… and the next time your brother rents…get money in advance…most places require 2 months in advance…and get references…too many people need a place to live to settle for less…

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Tough shit on your Brother… He seems too nice a guy to be a landlord.

He…your Brother could write a film script for it and get some $$$$$ back or did He fail to seeTHAT FILM.

If you cant post good advice then post… flippant.

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Pam - I think the difference between your case and my brothers is the 30 year time span.

Thanks to certain groups who have fought for the rights of criminals and lowlifes, the laws are made to protect the assholes. Victims rights have yet to trickle down to landlords.

The county isn’t overburdened, but like one of the judges said during one of the many hearings, “Their hands are tied by asinine laws.” It didn’t help matters that the constables office was ridiculously apathetic. Once he switched to the services of the sheriffs office, papers were served within a few days instead of a few weeks.

Traci gained access to my brother’s area, garage, and truck by somehow obtaining his spare keys. He never did find out how she did the second time after the locks were changed.

Jake was able to walk into the workshop and take the generator, mower, and chainsaw, because the law prohibited my brother from locking it up without giving both Traci and Jake a key. The law states that ANYTHING that was available to tenants when they first move in, must continue to be available as long as they are still living in the home. It doesn’t matter if they are not paying rent - it is two separate matters. My brother was still prohibited from putting a lock on the workshop door even after charged were filed against Jake for theft. In fact, my brother could have been fined up to $5000.00 if he had taken away access, thanks to renter’s rights laws.
Again, the law protects society parasites and screws the honest person.

My brother has learned the lessons mentioned, and more. He will never rent to anyone again, friend or not, references, deposit - nothing. He is done.

More than half of his home is unlived it, he liked the extra money (back in the olden days when he got it), and there are a lot of good, responsible, renter who would really enjoy the place.

It’s too damn bad.

>^,^<
KITTEN
Fluff yer hair Beula, I’s feelin frisky - M.S.

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Thats really the shits for your brother.

Thanks for this image:
We sat on the front porch as they hauled her ass out of there. In a sarcastic voice, I said “Byeeeeeeee, Traciiiiiiiiiiiii.” as they took her away.

Man, I can just see it. I hope Traci was at least embarrased.She gives the rest of the single mothers a bad name.

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Let’s see:

A. He buys a house which is way too much space for him, probably for a LOT less $ than the parents could have gotten for it had they sold to a non-family member, thereby depriving the parents of greater profit from a house which has, shall we say, bad memories attached to it anyway;

B. After (A) is concluded, the house is in excellent condition. Yet he screws that up by partitioning it into a three-plex, thereby increasing the demands for parking and utilities etc. on the property footprint, as well as turning a large, pleasant, old-fashioned family home into a conglomerate;

C. Having done (B) he fails to properly recoup his investment by charging fair market value, instead offering the low rents that tend to attract marginal deadbeats in the first place;

D. Along with © he enters into a landlord/tenant relationship with so-called “friends” like Jake, who it turns out aren’t really “friends” at all, are they? … this calls into question the brother’s ability to gauge the overall quality of people in general. Jake hocking appliances is the real outrage here, not the “hosebeast”.

I feel for the brother, though he’s a big dummy and a galoot and CLEARLY operating out of his arena here when he decided to become a landlord.
And those bemoaned laws are there for a reason: the only reason that there aren’t as many shitty property-owners as shitty tenants is, there aren’t as many property-owners as tenants. Imagine the horror stories if landlords could change locks and confiscate property and throw people out whenever they felt like it.
My advice is, hope the bitch doesn’t come back to get her shit; and when the 30 days expires, put it in a pile and burn it. That, the law DOES allow.

Then sell the house.

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RTA - Good lessons, but nowhere near accurate.

When he bought the house, it was him, his fiance, his son, and her two kids. Shit happens and there are a few personal things that must be worked out before a wedding.

He paid a fair price for the house. In fact, due to the expanding new homes in the area (it was originally farm land), my dad was having a hell of a time selling the home for it’s value due to competitive prices for new homes. My brother did my dad a favor in buying the house and paying it’s true value.

The home does have bad memories, but my dad and his wife now lives in Germany. Also, as weird as it may sound, it helps my step mom (before they moved) to spend time on the corner where he died in her arms (BTW - he was only 7 and it happened less than 6 years ago). She kept fresh flowers on the side of the road for a year or two. It was just the daily trauma of living in the home and seeing the road every single day.

The only alteration he made to the home was installing a locking door at the bottom of the stairs (now removed) and a lock on the door that led from the back family room (main living area of the upstairs apartment) to the pantry and into the main kitchen area. He also changed the locks on all separate entrances. The layout of the home naturally separated the rest.

There is a large, separate driveway with carport cover as well as a double garage and utility parking. All in all, there were 4 vehicles. My brothers truck and car, Traci’s car, and Jake’s truck. When I was a teenager, it easily accepted a lot more. My mom’s car, my dad’s car and truck, my car, my sister’s car, my brother’s piece of shit he called a car, a motorhome, and a 20 foot boat, not to mention 2 motorcycles.

Same logic goes with the utilities. We put a much larger drain on the system when we all lived at home. Much more than my brother and the leeches ever could.

He didn’t start out to be a landlord. The plan was for him and his fiance and the kids to live in the home after the marriage. As I said, shit happens and that didn’t take place.

His friend Jake had just gotten divorced and was looking for a place to live. My brother (I’ll call him Jeff, just because I am getting sick of writing “my brother”) offered the back section of the house while Jake looked for an apartment. They made arrangements for Jake to pay him a certain amount until he found a place.

Things worked out great (until recently) and they decided to make it permanent. My brother had a lease drawn up for Jake, although he had no reason to believe that things would go bad considering the smooth manner in which they had been going.

Jake and Jeff’s friend Kale moved back into town and was looking for a place to live. Originally, he was going to room with Jake, but since Jake moved into my brother’s place, Kale had to find an alternative. Besides, now Traci was in the picture. He asked if he could rent my brother’s basement.

The rest is history.

The amount of rent was something they worked out. They were all good friends and the rent money was my brother’s “play” money, so shame on him for cutting friends a good deal.

Jeff, Kale, and Jake had been friends since second grade. I have also known Jake and Kale all these years. True, Jake ended up to be a piece of shit, but up until he decided he didn’t have to pay rent if Traci wasn’t, he had been reliable.

Jake had been renting from my brother for more than 2 and a half years before he pulled his bullshit. There was never a problem until a few months ago when he stopped paying rent.

Jeff never had a problem getting rent from Kale and he didn’t have reason to doubt he would get paid by Traci. She slacked on him, he tried working with her, she made a half-ass attempt, he gave her the benefit of the doubt, then he fucked with the court system for almost 10 months.

No - my brother is a nice guy who decided to help out a couple of long time friends. One of those friends fucked him and another friend didn’t pack out his garbage when he moved out. (that garbage being Traci)

I can assure you, having shared his experiences the last 10 months, is that there are many landlords getting screwed over by deadbeat lowlifes. No matter how much experience you have on your side, the courts are on the side of the tenants. The sheriff’s officers told my brother that he got off easy, that they see MANY cases every single day!

I agree that it would be an outrage for property owners to toss people out onto the streets and confiscate their property, but where is the fucking balance? It is a totally screwed up system when it takes numerous court hearings, numerous paper services (which are all paid by the property owner), months upon months of rent free living, no means to collect back payments, attorney fees, and still not be able to remove a squater from your property!!! Even the judges and sheriff officials think it is outrageous, but they are bound by the laws.

Ask around. I can assure you that you’ll find that per ratio, property owners are screwed much more than tenants.

If she doesn’t get her things, her clothes, bed sheets, and personal belongings will all go out to the burn barrel behind the barn. Her furniture, which is very nice, will remain where it is and be used by my brother. The TV, stereo, and computer will be sold.

I have doubts that she will be collecting anything soon. Last anyone heard, she is sleeping on some guy’s couch and wearing out her welcome. She is not welcome at her parent’s home, although they still have her kids. Her court date for the old fraud charges is sometime in January, so she may be going bye-bye again. Wish I could be there to see her off again.

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Man, that really sucks. I had a friend who had a similar problem. He had a house he wanted to sell, but it needed some fixing up. He decided to let his buddies (who were contractors) live there, rent free, with the understanding that they would fix up the house’s minor problems and have 30 days from the sale of the house to vacate. Needless to say, there was no lease, because after all, these were old friends. Well, they do a real half-assed job with the repairs, ask my friend for all sorts of money for supplies that he never saw, then when the house was close to being sold, they informed him they had no where else to go, so scew him, they’re staying. When my friend contacts his lawers, he finds out that due to the amount of time these dead-beats have lived in the house, they have established residency. Which means my friend can’t sell the house, can’t change his locks, can’t even access his own house without first giving these assholes notice first. So here are a couple of guys, living rent-free in a 3 bedroom furnished house who are not holding up their end of my friend’s very generous offer, basicly giving my friend the finger. After a lot of legal wrangling, paid for by my friend of course, the guys finally leave one night. Since they had “abandoned” the house, they gave up rights as tenents. Of course, not before they stole my friends oak king-sized bed. And, oh yeah, didn’t finish any of the work around the house. But all in all, I think my friend got off luckier than your brother-- these guys were only in my friend’s house for 3 months. If they had not left, it could have been worse.

It really sucks when generous, honest people have to pay for being generous, honest people. I know that the laws are supposed to protect tennents from bad landlords, and they should. But the law should also protect landlords from bad tennents. Someone implied that your brother was somehow asking for it by his actions of buying the house, deviding it, not chargeing proper rent… whatever. Your brother sounds like a good guy, and his friends are scum. He in no way deserved to be taken advantage so badly.

Hope that bitch never comes back, and you roast some marshmellows on her burning stuff.

Take care

Dizzy

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A general comment: it’s a bad idea to mix business relationships (rent/lease, employment, teaching, etc) with personal relationships (bf/gf, relatives, friends). It all works out very well as long as there are no problems; but if there are problems, you just can’t be a hardnosed landlord or manager with a friend, or a professionally acting co-worker to an ex-bf. Just don’t do it.

I was glad to see at the end of your post that your brother’s nightmare appears to be over. IANAL{andlord|aywer}, but I suspect he might have had slightly easier time getting the tenant from hell evicted if he asked the court just to throw her out and forgave her the back rent. Or maybe not.

IMPORTANT: There’s a national database landlords use to warn one another about problematic tenants. Be sure Traci gets on it. :slight_smile: (I don’t know the details, I’m sorry - ask a landlord, which I’m not)

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Byron and I bought our first house in July 1997, just after our first anniversary. Not a bad little house, two stories, a little over 1400 sq. feet finished, with potential space in the basement and attic. The coolest things about it are the second-floor laundry and the fact that it’s situated on two lots, completely fenced in. The crappy thing about it is that it could really use a new basement. Costly, but when we bought it, that was really the only thing that desperately needed to be done.

Byron’s mom died in March 1998, and we inherited her house. Though we liked ours a whole lot, we moved over here because it’s in a better neighborhood, and has almost twice the space. My friend Sonja and her husband expressed an interest in buying the house, but didn’t have the money for a down payment. So we all went to our lawyer, who drew up a contract stating that they’d pay the house payment for two years, in which time they’d also be hunting up cash for a down payment and trying to get approved for a home loan. No biggie. So they, along with her brother, her father, and their three giant dogs, moved into my cute little house. They lived there from November 1998 until mid-November 1999. One week before they moved, they called to tell me they were moving to Louisiana. ONE WEEK.

My house, whose walls had been freshly painted, whose gargantuan lawn had been beautifully maintained, now looks like total shit. Those three big dogs destroyed the yard. Those three big dogs slept in the basement, and one sniff confirms that. The walls are filthy. Windows are broken, cracked, or otherwise non-operational. They took both of the window air conditioners with them. The floors are destroyed. For some reason, they decided to take the shower door with them, as well.

There’s no way we’re going to be able to sell this house until we replace the basement (like we’d originally planned to do) and fix the windows, walls, doors, floors, and yard.

It is highly doubtful that we’ll be breaking even once we sell the house. Damn it.

“Wednesday the 15th - Chris made one of her rare good points today.”
Guanolad

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I hope your contract covers this contingency and you have the guts to do the right thing. :slight_smile:

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Actually Chris is just kind of upset about the whole thing, its really not as bad as that. True, there is quite a bit less grass than before but the “grass” was just some kind of green plants and weeds and grass combo, giving the illusion of a lawn when mowed. The windows are in the same condition as when we moved out of the house, personally the only thing I was bugged about was the fact they neglected to call when they were finally out, I stopped by one day just to check and the house was bare but some windows and such were unlocked, so I just looked around and more or less took care of the little stuff.

The real problem lies with the damn finance co. who screwed up on the math so much increased my payments from about 450 to 630 a month. I told them they were crazy and to make it short, it finally got settled to 570. As of this moment, I am unsure what to do with it, I suppose I could try to rent it but I don’t know who would want to pay that much a month… I guess I could come up with the rest, better than the whole thing huh?

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DAMN! Talk about a friend from hell story! Makes on wish that walking up to an annoying someone and breaking their legs with a baseball bat was not illegal.

I had a friend who I knew for years and had shared apartments with a few times but the last time I split the rent of a house with him. We both worked but it seemed that I was always running low on money and he, being a bad money manager, always paid his rent erratically, but paid it. It was not until after I had a dispute with him and tossed him out on his ass that I took time to figure it all out. (I informed him that he could get the law to allow him to move back in but I’d make his life a living hell, put my fist halfway through his bedroom door to prove it and walked around cleaning my guns. He left.) I found out that he had been shorting me on the rent every time! Stupid me never checked (probably because I was suffering from the effects of unmedicated depression) and just accepted his checks for ‘his’ share.

When I was a member of AA, I took in a fellow alky on the wagon to share the rent. Two months later I tossed him out because he fell off of the wagon, drank himself nightly into a stupor and one day, I had to pick his bedroom door lock because he would not respond. His room was a mess! Empty bottles all over the place and he was passed out drunk in a pile of sheets on the carpet, which was soaked with piss! He left in a hurry owing me rent when I threatened him and I had to steam clean the room at my cost! (I found booze bottles hidden in the fold out couch he used as a bed! Plus, he drank my bottle of rubbing alcohol!) I had drank for years before sobering up and NEVER did that or got that damn bad.

Stupidly, not learning my lesson, I allowed another AA member to room there and within three months, after cutting his rent down for him, discovered that he was spending most of his cash on crack and beer! (Now, he was a little more entertaining, because one night I was treated to the wonderful sight of a very buxom, very drunk and very nude girlfriend of his staggering out of his room to use the can.) (Lots of foot stomping, whistling, clapping, and general noises of appreciation here. He left after I caught him smoking in his room when he had promised me he had stopped. He also tried to lock me out and I picked the lock and went in while he was there. Crack makes you paranoid and he got REAL paranoid when I produced a small handgun, never aimed it at him, but made him stand there while I searched his room and found the crack. (I’d heard that crack smokers can become very violent and did not wish to be attacked.) He left a couple of days later, owing me rent. (I’m pleased to say that he also got busted and wound up in jail, got out, started smoking again and was busted again and has now been in jail for 2 years.)

After all of that, I talked to some senior AA members about my problems in renting to ‘sober’ members and they had heard it all before and THEN told me that it was not a real good idea unless I knew the people real well.

I had another friend who I used to loan things to, like lawnmowers and tools and stuff but stopped it when I discovered that he had a tendency to do things like loose, damage or not take care of them. (He’s now an EX-friend.) Then he balked at paying for the repairs or replacement costs. He once stored a waterbed frame for me, but, without my knowledge, cut it up to build a doghouse for his big dog. I found it out when I went there to visit and saw the dog house made of familiar wood. His excuse was that Animal Control told him to provide shelter for his dog and he had no wood except for my frame. He offered to repay me but never did.

You really have to watch it when you rent to people. I had one excellent renter in all the years I shared apartments and he had to move after 2 years. Not only did he pay in full, but if he broke something, he replaced or had it fixed.

I almost rented a room to a nice guy who was referred to me by my brother, but he declined and later, we were glad. He suddenly became a rabid seperationist, paranoid over Blacks, Orientals, Government, Hispanics and so on, joined some nutbag splinter group and believed every bit of the shit they ranted about. At least that nut missed me.

What? Me worry?’

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This reminded me of a story a friend told me. When he was in college, he was sharing a sublet with another guy. My friend gave his half of the rent to the roommate, who’d give it to the landlord. Well, one day the roommate decided to drop out of college and to leave town… Then it turned out the roommate stopped paying rent a few months back and kept my friend’s share as well, so the landlord evicted my friend on a very short notice.

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On a quick side note about bad tenants, my parents own a condo, and roughly 2/3 of the tenants who have rented it have been either deadbeats or borderline deadbeats. I know this has no bearing on anything, but I think its pretty astounding how many landlords have to put up with this. Of course, when a landlord tries to evict, you’re “kicking people out of their homes”, and you instantly become the bad guy.

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Why do you feel that his political views would have made him an undesirable tenant?