Live and Let Leave

I’m getting pretty restless in my apartment. Like I’ve described before, it’s a really old house hacked into four tiny units. When we moved in last September, our landlord gave us his speech about keeping the peace in this quiet building, and gave us a very stern warning followed up with a threat about his policy on drug use on his property (imagine him giving this talk to US—can you believe it?!). Now here we are several months later, crazy Lindsay from Apt 1 has moved out, and our landlord has allowed some punk-ass little thug to move in. The landlord is friends with this thug’s parents and he was promised that little Justin won’t be a problem. Well, he is a BIG problem.

The landlord instructed us to be vigilant informants, but the other two tenants are both away for the summer so if we make any complaints, it’ll be obvious where they came from. I have no doubt that if this kid is reprimanded or evicted that our car would end up trashed or our apartment broken into because this is the kind of kid that is living in our house.

His apartment is about 320 square feet just like ours is, but he manages to cram three other people in there with him and they flop there all day, even when he’s not home. They just sit in there fishbowl-ing the living room all day long. When he first moved in, we came outside as Justin and his girlfriend were getting high on the front walkway so we left in the other direction. When we came back they were still at it, so we let them know that this is not ok under any circumstances, and that they could get evicted if the landlord even suspects drug use. He apparently didn’t get the same tough warning that we did—I guess Mr. Tough Landlord only feels safe preaching to the choir. So now Justin and his friends smoke it INside, and recently Hubby’s bicycle tires were found mysteriously flattened after the bike was in the basement overnight.

Besides being a total dirtbag, he’s loud. I am beginning to doubt whether this little shit even SAW the lease agreement, much less signed it. His parents must have taken care of the whole thing. How else does a person get in an apartment without knowing that they have to shut the fuck up at ten o’clock? Last night I woke up because he was blasting his stereo with full bass AT TWO THIRTY IN THE MORNING! What the fuck is wrong with this kid??

We decided not to tell our landlord any of this because it’s simply not fair to make US solely responsible for keeping HIS friends’ kid in line, and leaving us vulnerable as the only possible source for complaints. We’re just going to let him sort it out with his law school tenants this fall. If they move out and leave him hanging with three empty units and one dumbass, too bad for him. Maybe he’ll learn his lesson about not practicing what he preaches!