Well, life just sucks. I HATE to say it but it really is the truth. Today is my B-day and i do not even feel like celebrating. There is a growing pain in my stomach and with all the stress i believe it must be an ulcer.
Here is the latest:
My Mom bought a place two years ago. She inherited two renters that lived in a guest house on the property. The are men in their 40's, both on ssi disbalilty, without any that i can tell physical issues - their problems are that life is devoted to the bottle of booze.
Well one died after about a year. The other stayed living, paying rent on time, drinking like a crazed lunatic daily. My mom wanted him out, but each time softened up becuase he sdaid he had been there 10 years and had nowhere else to go. Finally she had enough last month when she had to fill the propane 2x in a month becuase he left the stove on. She served him an eviction notice.
Mid july i spoke with him and asked his plans. He said i guess im gonna be homeless. I said i had rented in the past and if he liked he could look at what i had for him. He agreed and i drove him to my place a few blocks away (his transport is bicycle). He seemed very grateful and accepted. I said it was $480 plus $45 to chip in for utilities, which is fair for my market and includes water/garbage/elec/cable/internet more than fair imo.
Well yesterday was the day he gets his monthly check and planned to move in. Thsi was of course going against the better judgement of my Mother, but she understands my need for the extra income. So i pull up and open the liftgate of my xterra. After a few minutes he comes out and says "what do you have that open for?" i mentioned i thought he might need some help, but if he's got the move under control - great! He said he had changed his mind and had no intentions of leaving!
We discussed things for 10 minutes or so in a civil manner. The conversation got heated and i said he had an option for a place to live, but staying here any longer is done - you can leave like a gentleman, or i will throw you out. He was in my face at this point - reaking of alcohol - said if i do that for the rest of my life i better keep a watch behind me. I had lost my cool and as those words echoed i clocked him as hard as i could with a solid right. He was stunned, not knocked out - Then smiled and said thank you.
Minutes later the police had arrived. I was not sure who called, my mom or him as they were both on the phone. We spoke with them about his unwillingness to leave, they mentioned proper proceedings and it could take a while and will cost some money.
He then came out and asked op speak with one of the officers privately, after 10 minutes the officer came out and asked for my ID. He said he could bring me to jail - but will just write a ticket. I think the charge is assualt. My mom told me she had been calling to me the whole time i was talking with him - that i did exactly what he wanted!
The crazy part is the court date is set the same day as my 341. I do not know what to worry about more - now i am gonna have not only a BK but a criminal record too!
I have never felt lower. It felt so good to hit him, but so not worth it.
Here is the latest:
My Mom bought a place two years ago. She inherited two renters that lived in a guest house on the property. The are men in their 40's, both on ssi disbalilty, without any that i can tell physical issues - their problems are that life is devoted to the bottle of booze.
Well one died after about a year. The other stayed living, paying rent on time, drinking like a crazed lunatic daily. My mom wanted him out, but each time softened up becuase he sdaid he had been there 10 years and had nowhere else to go. Finally she had enough last month when she had to fill the propane 2x in a month becuase he left the stove on. She served him an eviction notice.
Mid july i spoke with him and asked his plans. He said i guess im gonna be homeless. I said i had rented in the past and if he liked he could look at what i had for him. He agreed and i drove him to my place a few blocks away (his transport is bicycle). He seemed very grateful and accepted. I said it was $480 plus $45 to chip in for utilities, which is fair for my market and includes water/garbage/elec/cable/internet more than fair imo.
Well yesterday was the day he gets his monthly check and planned to move in. Thsi was of course going against the better judgement of my Mother, but she understands my need for the extra income. So i pull up and open the liftgate of my xterra. After a few minutes he comes out and says "what do you have that open for?" i mentioned i thought he might need some help, but if he's got the move under control - great! He said he had changed his mind and had no intentions of leaving!
We discussed things for 10 minutes or so in a civil manner. The conversation got heated and i said he had an option for a place to live, but staying here any longer is done - you can leave like a gentleman, or i will throw you out. He was in my face at this point - reaking of alcohol - said if i do that for the rest of my life i better keep a watch behind me. I had lost my cool and as those words echoed i clocked him as hard as i could with a solid right. He was stunned, not knocked out - Then smiled and said thank you.
Minutes later the police had arrived. I was not sure who called, my mom or him as they were both on the phone. We spoke with them about his unwillingness to leave, they mentioned proper proceedings and it could take a while and will cost some money.
He then came out and asked op speak with one of the officers privately, after 10 minutes the officer came out and asked for my ID. He said he could bring me to jail - but will just write a ticket. I think the charge is assualt. My mom told me she had been calling to me the whole time i was talking with him - that i did exactly what he wanted!
The crazy part is the court date is set the same day as my 341. I do not know what to worry about more - now i am gonna have not only a BK but a criminal record too!
I have never felt lower. It felt so good to hit him, but so not worth it.
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