Impeccable use of grammar
Ten months ago Gabe found himself evicted from the craziest man on earth, his story finally ends.
What seemed like a simple eviction process 10 months ago, resulted in a year long legal spat full of humor, crazy redneck antics and lots of waiting.
After almost a year long battle to get his security deposit back, Gabe finally went to court with Gary. Although Gabe won the amount of his security deposit and court fees, he feels Gary will make it impossible to actually repay the money.
The simple eviction process started when Gabe’s landlord, Gary, decided to post the above sign on his apartment. Rather than 60 days that generally follows the eviction process, Gary gave him two weeks to find a new home and gather his things.
Gary was quick to foreshadow the future events:
Upon returning from work on Wednesday, I find 2 cop cars parked in the driveway. The police inform me that when James returned from the hospital, he discovered his TV, laptop, and iPhone were all missing. When asked about this, Gary claimed he had no idea where they were. The police then found the TV in Gary’s garage. He admitted to having stole the TV, but said he had no idea where the laptop or phone was. They found the laptop under his bed. “Alright, I also stole the laptop, but I have no idea where the iPhone is.” The iPhone was then found in his desk drawer.
This is the first, and a prime example, of Gary’s inability to plan for future events. One could assume that after finding the TV, they would likely continue to search. Unless you have thought of a really unique hiding place, just fess up, because they’re probably going to check your desk and under your bed.
Gary was handcuffed and I was asked if I would be posting bail for Gary. Having lived in the house for just about 2 weeks, I didn’t feel that me and Gary were at that “posting bail” level of our relationship. Gary then spent the night in Kane County lock-up on charges of felony theft.
The hate soon followed as Gabe didn’t support Gary’s ridiculous habits. Shortly after the eviction notice, Gabe tried to recover his $500 security deposit, which then lead to a 10 month spat of crazy e-mails, phone calls and almost Judge Judy.
I then procede to pack all of my belongings into my car except for my desk and chair. Afterwards, I knocked on Gary’s door to talk about getting my security deposit. He pretended not to be there, and tried to be as silent as possible (for a 63 year old 200+lb hungover man on a spring mattress).
“Gary, I know you’re in there so I’m just going to say this through the door. I need my security deposit back. I’ll send you a letter or an email to this effect soon. I would also like to point out that the irony of you refusing to come to the door right now after having left a courageous letter on my windshield calling me a coward, it’s not lost on me and I hope it isn’t lost on you either. Bye”
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