Landlords are assholes, generally speaking. Everyone knows that. But if you think residential landlords are bad, they’re nothing compared to commercial landlords. Landlords of commercial buildings are some of the cruelest, nastiest people I’ve ever come across. This revenge tale is about a commercial landlord, and how I dealt with him.
Back in the 90s, sometimes I’d go for lunch at this restaurant in the basement of our building. The place was called “The Vault”, because it had a massive bank vault that had always been there, dating back to the days before the place was turned into a restaurant. The vault was so huge that they could seat a couple of tables in there, and you could eat dinner surrounded by rows of old, gleaming safe deposit boxes. One day I was there for lunch, and the owner took me aside.
“The landlord’s driving me nuts,” he said.
“The landlord drives everyone nuts,” I said.
I was a subtenant in the same building, sharing space with an older lawyer, Aaron, and the landlord was always causing us trouble. I’d already had a few run-ins with him, and we hated each other on sight.
In most jurisdictions, commercial landlords don’t need court orders to get you out if you're late with the rent. Instead, they just change the locks, and you find out about it when you show up and your key doesn’t work. Every time our landlord had a dispute with anyone, which was often, he’d always threaten to change the locks.
“He keeps demanding all this stuff for extra rent,” the Vault’s owner said, “and it’s really weird, because a lot of it’s really old.” The restaurant owner showed me a letter the landlord had served on him earlier that day. I looked over the demand, and read a list of expenses for snow removal and parking lot repair and common area flooring and all kinds of crap going back years. I read it all the way to the end, and there it was, the usual clause saying he was going to change the locks if the tenant didn’t pay this and do that.
“You do something to make the landlord hate you?” I asked, “because this is a bit over the top, even for our asshole landlord.”
“He knows I’m moving the restaurant. I think he’s trying to grab as much money as possible before I go. Plus he’s giving me grief over the vault.”
“He won’t let you take it with you?”
“Are you kidding? It weighs almost a hundred tons, and I don’t need it. But the lease says I have to remove it, and that I also have to restore the building to what it was before there was a vault. That would cost a fortune. The asshole landlord says if I leave the vault behind when I move, he’ll sue.”
“Send your lease up to my office, and let me look it over,” I said. I finished my lunch, and when I got back to my office the lease was waiting for me.
It was just as bad as the restaurant owner said. The lease was a renewal of a renewal of an assignment of a renewal, the original documents dating back to the shortly after W.W.II when a bank first leased the place and the vault was installed. Somehow the landlord had suckered the restaurant into taking over a lease that left him liable to remove a bank vault at the end of term.
“No big deal,” I thought, “the restaurant can default, and all the landlord can do is sue a shell company.” But when I got to the last page of the lease, there was a guarantee clause. The restaurant owner had personally guaranteed the lease, and he was on the hook for removing a vault weighing a hundred tons, and then fixing the place up. It would cost a fortune.
The case was hopeless, of course; that was obvious right away. But then I thought about the asshole landlord with his demands and his threats and his rent hikes, and I asked my brain to do me a solid, which it promptly did. I picked up the phone and called the restaurant owner.
“I’m fucked, right?” he said, “You’re calling me to say there’s no way out. That’s what my commercial lawyer already said. But I just thought I’d ask.”
“I can save you, but it’s gonna cost.”
“How much?”
“Five thousand in legals, and another G-note for the agent.”
“Agent? What kind of agent?”,
“Real estate. Send up a cheque, certified, and leave the rest to me.” The cheque hit my desk in less than an hour. I went to Aaron’s office. “I need a real estate agent,” I said.
“You buying a house?”
“Nope.”
“Selling a house?”
“Nope.”
By this point I’d been sharing space with Aaron for almost five years, and he knew me pretty well. “You pulling one of your stunts again?” he asked.
“Yup. But nothing that will get you into trouble.”
Aaron reached out for his old school rolodex and started flipping through it. “I know a guy,” he said.
Aaron knew all kinds of guys, and that’s one of the reasons he eventually got disbarred. But he knew a guy, and he gave me the agent’s name and number, and the next day I paid the agent a visit. I told him what I needed, and we agreed to terms. I gave him some papers and the cash for his fee.
A few days later I was again at The Vault for lunch. The owner saw me walk in, and greeted me himself.
“The landlord’s here,” he said.
“Why?”
“For lunch, and to be an asshole. Let’s sit in the vault room so I don’t have to look at his face.” He took me to the vault room, and with the door almost completely closed, we had a consultation while we ate pasta and drank red wine.
“We’re making demand on the landlord,” I said, between bites of a perfect carbonara.
“Demand? What are we demanding?”
I pulled a document out of my briefcase and passed it to him while I sipped my wine. “We’re demanding that the asshole landlord release all the restaurant equipment, all the fixtures. The ovens, the freezers, the ventilation: everything you need to run a restaurant.”
“The lease exempts all that stuff,” the restaurant guy told me, “He can’t stop me taking what I want. The only thing that matters is the vault, and of course I don’t want that.” I shook my head.
“You need the vault,” I said “and we’re demanding that he release the bank vault as well. We’re insisting that he let you take it out within seven business days.”
“You think you can beat the landlord with reverse psychology? You think if you treat him like a two-year old, you can manipulate him into doing what you want?”
“We’ll find out soon enough. He’s had the demand for a couple of days now.”
The restaurant owner dropped his wine glass and it shattered on the marble floor. “You already gave it to him?” the restaurant owner said. He got up, swung open the vault door and called for the waiter to clean up the mess.
“Let’s see what the landlord has to say,” I told him, and we walked over to the landlord’s table. The landlord was a big, beefy man with a big appetite. He sat alone, eating a rack of lamb wolfishly with his hands.
“My client needs an answer today,” I said. The landlord looked up at me as he chewed noisily. “I’m The Vault’s lawyer,” I said. “I gave you a demand the other day. My client needs an answer right now. He needs the vault for a new place, and he’s got to make arrangements.”
“Your client can forget about the bank vault,” he said, wiping his massive greasy hands on an already soiled napkin.
“But you can’t do that,” I said. My shock was feigned, but the restaurant owner’s jaw dropped for real.
The landlord laughed at us. “I’m the landlord. I can do what I want.”
“I’m gonna need that in writing, because my client might sue.” I said.
“Sue all you like,” the landlord told me, “sue ‘till you’re blue in the face.” He told me that I’d have a formal response by day’s end, and then he told me to go away and let him finish his lunch. When the letter arrived from the landlord, claiming ownership over the bank vault, I brought it downstairs and showed it to my client.
“How the hell did you do that?”
“Trade secret,” I said.
The following month the restaurant moved out and the place was empty, and that was too bad, because I had always liked eating at the Vault. Now the restaurant was in a new location twenty minutes away. They called the new place “The Vault,” and they’d preserved the vibe of the old place. It was very similar, except they didn't have the bank vault. The bank vault, all one hundred tons of it, was where it had always been, in the basement of the building where I rented space. I showed up for work a little after that, and Aaron collared me.
“The landlord’s looking for you,” he said.
“Oh yeah? What about?”
“He’s really angry. He said his deal fell through.”
“Deal?”
“He was supposed to rent the place downstairs to a new tenant, a bank or a credit union or something like that. They were supposed to come in to sign a lease, but they didn’t show up.”
“And what’s that got to do with me?” I said to Aaron, and I said the same thing again to the landlord when he managed to track me down a couple of days later.
“I know you were behind this,” he said, his jowls quivering, “I know it was you. That offer from the agent, it was all bullshit. Just a trick to make me keep the vault, so that your client could sneak out of the place and leave that fucking bank vault behind. I’m gonna sue.”
“If you’re looking for counsel, I think I’m going to have to declare a conflict.”
“I’m gonna sue the restaurant, and that agent, and I’m gonna sue you.” He stormed off.
But the landlord didn’t sue. Of course he didn’t. He didn’t have a contract to sue on, only a vague letter of intent that I’d drafted, enough to hook a greedy landlord who was used to having his way. The offer he’d received was non-binding, incapable of acceptance without the signing of a formal lease, which of course never got signed.
When I left Aaron’s place a year later, the downstairs was still unoccupied, with a sad ‘for rent’ sign sitting in the window, starting to look faded.
Ooooh. This story makes me very happy. Well done!!!
Made me want to don a fedora & smoke a cigarette under a streetlight in the rain & recall the time I was slipped a micky-finn some sweet cheeked woman who knew the score whilst I tailing the fatman
It reads like Guy Noir- Attorney at Large
I’m pretty sure it’s a creative writing exercise, but a fun read nonetheless!
“…I said, munching on spaghetti carbonara”
I stopped reading right there, while munching on a club sandwich.
Right? Carbonara and red wine?
It was at this point I realized this was fiction.
Who cares about that? What were you eating?
I demanded, as I digested my home-made carbonara.
The whole thing played out in black and white in my head. It was glorious.
Are you referring to Prairie Home Companion, from back in the early to middle years (the great years) when they actually had Guy Noir stories?
"...a dark night, in a city that knows how to keep its secrets..."
It really does.
That’s awesome thanks so much!
For the record, great story aside, I love your writing. You're not planning on being the next John Grisham, are you?
Stormy -- go to his subreddit. His stories are so good :)
https://www.reddit.com/r/Calledinthe90s/
Thanks for this!
I'm following him now!
I wanted to say the same. This was the words that made me swoon reading this post lol. OP should really try his hand at writing
You definitely need to write pulp-fiction noir detective novels.
I thought that's what this is.
Let' hope, irl, that your phone isn't so un-busy that you spend the whole afternoon watching a fly crawl on the cord 😉
That'd be a sweet-cheeked dame, or maybe a skirt. Possibly even a roundheels, if she was of the "for rent" profession
Yes, my bad, 'dame' or 'broad', it should be.
I'm tempted to edit it
M’lady…
Me thinks this isn’t real. Just a nicely crafted piece of fiction
Check out OPs profile.
It does look like they're in the process of drafting up a TV show pitch. I think this tale is perhaps the one where they've perhaps perfected their 'voice'
I kind of hope some aspiring YT acting troupe team up with OP & they all get their own gig going without 'professional' money/input.
They could get an old 'name' character actor to play Aaron.
But whatever
Merci!
👍 GL!
Well, this wins the internet today.
Your happiness is my happiness.
This feels like the first episode to a Lawyer show. Something between Better Call Saul and Franklin and Bash. In my mind, Mark PG plays you.
This feels almost like a sub plot to an episode of Leverage.
That too. Love that show.
Yeah, but usually the Leverage team doesn't think "hm, maybe our good deed will be to bail out a tenant out for an obvious and stupid mistake they made."
The landlord isn't even a villain here, once you understand the fact that whoever wrote this nice bit of creative writing doesn't understand anything about the law or being a landlord.
Had a Spade/Marlow noir vibe to me
Thanks! But who is Mark PG?
Zack Morris
https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004971/?ref\_=nv\_sr\_srsg\_0\_tt\_0\_nm\_8\_q\_mark%2520paul%2520
Ok he’s welcome to play me!
I was thinking Lincoln Lawyer
I really laughed hard at this.
That was the moment I realized the post was fake. Lmao.
He writes about Aaron a lot. Aaron is pretty squirelly.
This is one of the most professional pieces of work I've read in a long time
Take my upvote
It's some guys creative writing exercise, it's the opposite of professional. When you can't make it as a writer you post stories on reddit and pass them off as real. Look at his profile, this is all he does.
It's so obvious. "Has this guy ever recounted a real story before?"
I said while munching on some carbonara and drinking red wine
Eating with your hands?
Eating with his hands took me to the land of make believe
That was definitely the moment when I thought this was probably creative writing. Nobody eats Italian food like that. May as well have named him Baron Harkonnen for being so cartoonishly gluttonous.
That line blew the immersion of the story. It was written too well for a story just being recounted by a lawyer.
"You tell me"
Munch munch
I had my suspicions when I read the line, "The restaurant owner dropped his wine glass and it shattered on the marble floor."
Him and everyone else who posts here, who gives a shit if it isn’t real
That's what this sub is now? People posting their revenge-fantasies while others comment like it really happened? What a weird circlejerk.
Now? Always has been mate same as the am I the arsehole subs
yeah, sure, half of the internet is made up for likes at this point, but that's not the intention of this sub, same as Am I the asshole. Subs for short-stories exist.
The thing is you never know which ones are real or fake so you might as well unsubscribe to the sub if youre gonna be upset if you suspect it's fake cause for all you know they're all fake.
I'm gonna go ahead and say my favorite malicious compliance story is pretty real, however.
Kid is told by his dad to keep digging a hole for a post until he is told to stop. Is never told to stop. Digs a hole deep enough to drop the entire post in and then some. I know it's real because that's the same kind of smartass thing my 13 year old self would have done
Thanks I had no idea
It's fiction, but it was an enjoyable read, which is all I want from this sub anyway.
Really? Reads like AI to me.
Decent spelling and grammar? Must be AI
It’s more like how it reads like something ChatGPT would spit out.
🙄
https://www.westword.com/restaurants/broker-restaurant-will-close-on-december-31-after-45-years-in-downtown-denver-9832992
All you can eat shrimp! I ate in that vault a few times. Good memories!
I ate there twice, two nights ina row. A group of us traveled to CO from CA for some software training, and...we ate SO much shrimp!
SO. MUCH. SHRIMP.
This was back in the mid-80s.
The fact that a restaurant with a bank vault in it exists does not in any way validate a single word in this obviously-fictitious piece of creative writing
That and the one in the article was 45 years old. Unless the owner in this story was a 90 year old man
Well played.
Thanks!
I work for an attorney who is also a business Broker, and this is exactly the kind of service he's known for. For his clients, he will dance right on the edge without ever going over.
From one lawyer to another - you’ve got a knack for storytelling, this was an awesome read.
Thanks so much! I really appreciate input from fellow counsel!
Any chance you can share which "jurisdiction" this is where it's legal for a landlord to change the locks on a tenant mid-lease, without notice, and get away with it? Or any jurisdiction?
Yeah the lockout is a common thing in commercial tenancies. British Columbia is an example but there’s lots of others
Except you left out the part where a lockout only occurs if a tenant doesn't pay rent. That's kind of an important fact, don't you think? The whole "this person is at least 2 weeks behind on payment"?
I know that part of the creative writing exercise is embellishment, but you're fundamentally misrepresenting the entire situation if you claim, as you do above, that commercial landlords can just change the locks on a whim and take a tenant's shit.
The whole "revenge" part of this story seems a lot less justified and a lot less satisfying if the real context is "I helped a deadbeat tenant steal a bunch more money from their landlord after they refused to pay their rent"
I"m not saying all landlords are bad, but there's no point writing about nice landlords. Nice landlords are boring. So I wrote a story about a mean landlord who owned a building in the City of Bixity, the place where I practice law.
Bixity is in Canada, the land of free health care, the NDP and the occasional union here and there.
But despite the slightly left wing slant up here, Canada is a capitalist country, and in capitalist countries property rights are king. In Canada, the courts will bend over backwards to protect property rights.
In Bixity, like in most common law jurisdictions, a lease will often deem certain expenses to be part of the rent. "Extra rent," the lease calls it, and under that category your typical landlord will add every expense he can think of, from carpet cleaning to garbage collecting to snow removal, plus often a 10% markup, just because.
Follow along with me for a moment here, and put yourself in the place of a tenant. You're a good tenant, an honest tenant, and you've never missed a rent payment and you've been there for years. Then one day the landlord shoves a big bill in your face for 'extra rent' and your finances are thrown for a loop.
Sure, you can ask what's the extra rent is for, and why is it so much, and you can go to court about if you want and maybe win. But meanwhile, you have to pay, because all those extra expenses, real or invented, become part of the rent the moment the landlord shoves the invoice in your face, and if you don't pay, the landlord can change the locks. So you pay first and fight later. The law gives you no choice.
So that's what the story is about, the 'extra rent' thing, and the weight the law puts behind it. It's nice when a tenant manages to escape now and again.
But all of that "extra rent" is in the lease. You say "real or invented" but if they're false invoices, that's fraud. And while I don't live in Bixity, I'll bet my last dime that the Bixity courts don't support landlords who extort their tenants.
So really, this is a story about a guy who didn't bother to read the lease he was signing, didn't want to pay the expenses that he contractually agreed to pay, and decided that instead of accepting responsibility for his terrible decisions, he was going to screw over his landlord. That really puts a different spin on the tale, doesn't it? Maybe the landlord is a shitty guy. Maybe he is charging more than he probably should for snow removal. All of that is possible, maybe even probable. But in your haste to make the guy seem like a Disney villain (who eats pasta with his hands, no less) you've turned the whole thing into a completely fictitious piece of creative writing.
I mean, I think there is an equally compelling and probably even more sympathetic story to be told from the landlord's point of view, about a deadbeat tenant who decided to run an elaborate scam on him because he didn't want to pay for all the services he was being provided.
I had this one case back in the day where a tenant tried to scam my landlord client by doing a midnight move. It ended badly for the tenant. That was so long ago that I’d forgotten about it. I’ll have to write that up sometime.
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Did he really drop his wine glass in shock?
And is he really such a shitbag he couldn't clean it up himself?
worthy of /u/lawtechie
Thank you SO much for that introduction. I really like his style.
I believe it’s “she”. No dispute their stories are great.
He’s awesome
And of course the landlord did not retaliate against the lawyer, who is his tenant.
Coming in Fall 2024
The Vault
By John Grisham
Sounds like creative writing and not pro revenge.
The mortgage office where I closed on my first house was in an old bank. It happened to be in a Tom Hanks movie The Road to Perdition. The movie put in some old teller windows with the metal bars over them, and the current owner made friends with the movie guys. The owner, when the movie left, go them to leave the inside the way it was for the movie as a favor (they were supposed to put everything back the way it was).
When we were waiting (this was two decades ago) for the phone calls from downtown that the money had cleared on my loan, we sat, talked, and looked at photo albums of when the movie was being filmed. This place had a small vault in it as well. They used it to hold their coffee pot and whatnot for the office. This story reminded me of that. Thank you for sharing.
Well that was obviously fake lol
And if was always threatening to change the locks why would he not do that at the end? Doesn't make sense!
There’s an old bank in Chicago with a big vault. Note it’s a drug store and they have a big sign for the “Vitamin Vault”
Karma can be a b!tch, especially if she is given a slight nudge by a certain someone. What a great read!
i don’t buy this is real, but OP you’re a great writer. i’ll read your novel when you finish!
now I need the story of how Aaron got disbarred
Is it just me, or do lawyers always make the best writers? All the petty recent and pro-revenge stories I’ve read by attorneys have always been the best, most entertaining things I’ve seen in weeks.
Thanks so much!
Tricksy, Baggins! 🤣👍
Excellent story-telling, and a great tale to tell!! Thank you!
Thank you! I like people who like my writing !!
A long time ago when in Denver, Colorado we used to visit a restaurant with a dining area in a real vault. I don't remember the name of it but your story rang a bell.
I’m up in canada 🇨🇦
Well written.
Thanks!
r/TalesFromTheLaw
Another great account, thank you
My pleasure!
You could get disbarred here for that kind of thing
I read this as if it was another Holodeck episode on Star Trek TNG.
Dixon Hill was the agent who sent the letter.
This would be a great short story. I hope you're submitting it and any others you might have because dialogue is tough to do well.
I'm not suggesting this is fiction at all but, if it were you might have a nice side hustle going. And please, more!
Crow -- a lot of us have added his subreddit. His stories of his long time career as a lawer in Canada are so fun. Have a look :)
https://www.reddit.com/r/Calledinthe90s/
Harvey is that you?
I think of Harvey and Louis Litt as one character, Harvey the outside projection and Louis what the character is like on the inside and Mike is this bastard child of the two. But I haven’t yet finished the second season, so we’ll have to see
For once, a "good guy" lawyer. Also, a quality asshole.
I don't care if it's fake. All I see is a really well written story
Creative writing.
I didn’t like this.
Like others have stated, seems like a creative writing piece.
I don’t even know why I bothered to finish reading it, it wasn’t a pro revenge at all just a fantasy with way too much quotations and fluff to pass as a real story.
Jfc why can’t people tell a story without trying to sound like they’re doing a creative writing assignment?
“I munched my carbonara”
“the owner dropped his wine glass, and it shattered on the marble floor”
Normal people don’t actually write like this when talking about anecdotes. This is obviously fake.
So contrite.
so not believable.
What book did you steal this from?
It’s awesome that you think the story is worth stealing! Thanks!
I need an attorney like you for my dad’s estate that is being bamboozled by dad’s GF. If I could lock her up I would
It looks like karma ran over his dogma! 😂👍🏆
I might have to steal that
TL:DR it’s some guys novel
This reads like an AI-generated Stephen King short story edited by a real person. I'm calling fake.
This. Is. Perfect.
My only question is, if he knew you screwed him, what did he do to you in retaliation?? I can't imagine he let you get off scot-free after that.
This could be its own lawyer noir show I can picture it in my head
Well written and well done haha
I have a feeling that if the building is still there so is the vault. Can't stand the land lords. In South Africa we had one called Rapp & Maister, my old man who used to rent from them, called them Rape & Master..
A friend is a restaurant chef and I showed him this post - he says to tell you "Chef's kiss, magnifico!"
And from me - using the landlord's greed against him, bravo!
I don't care if it's true or not, or that I didn't truly understand the story. Shitty landlords getting what they deserve ALWAYS makes me smile
This is Hot. Shit.
You are so good, Calledinthe90s! You got him!
I love your stories, so much.
You guys -- subscribe to https://www.reddit.com/r/Calledinthe90s/ subreddit, and read about all the other capers he's been involved in :)
Commercial real estate owners are greedy as hell.
To people reading this, be careful about pulling feats like that irl. Over here, the false letter of intent drafted under a false identity with intent to gain a material advantage could very well be enough to constitute fraud and get you in very serious trouble.
If you read the story , the other lawyer eventually got disbarred from doing this kind of shit .
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I almost don’t believe this.
It’s like a story straight out of Hollywood. Be it true or fiction, I enjoyed it.
This is pretty funny! There was a place exactly as described above and located in downtown Lockport, NY back in the mid-late 80's. Ironically, this place was also called the Vault. That place though was owned by a Lawyer, who was later disbarred and convicted on some felony.
Awesome! /r/talesfromthelaw level!
I would pay to watch this as a short movie. Well played. 🫡
Is there any way you can tell us why Aaron got disbarred? Or would that get you in trouble?
You're going to have to wait a little bit while the OP invents another completely made up story
I can't tell if you're a brilliant fiction author, or a lawyer who's lived the second-wildest life I've ever heard of. And I don't care; I love your shit, keep it coming!
"I asked my brain to do me a solid" is so good
Man the restaurant should have been delivering you lunch daily after that!
Great read! Very satisfying.
I guess there are many such restaurants--early 2000s in a small Maine river 'city' I was doing downtown development work. There had been a restaurant with the same name and a law firm upstairs. The eatery closed a few years before I got there, replaced by a BOA. Had heard stories about that building's owner being a mega-douche. He would monthly storm into city hall like clockwork to try to get free money and building repairs. Shouted at the city manager for being a 'crook' for not making city workers paint his buildings (etc.), with zero cringe. Then he'd use the restroom, like he'd only BM'd once a month, and leave without flushing. Got the nickname "Mad Bomber".
This guy should write true crime novels (well let’s be honest he’s doing it for Reddit free of charge atm)
Obviously fictional like 90% of your posts, but nice ideas nonetheless.
Seems plausible enough. We’re looking at this through the lens of the 2020s, not through the lens of the 1990s. A real estate agent reaching out and saying “hey I’ve got a client evaluating potential spaces but they require a vault….” Isn’t a binding contract. Also this happened in Canada. I’m not so keen to dismiss things out of hand. Now was it far more likely that things happened in much more of a mundane manner and the story has embellished flair? Sure.
Kudos for good writing skills.
I really enjoy it. Please, tell us more of your stunts
I have a few more on my subreddit. I usually post to R/calledinthe90s but I post here if I think it fits.
I bet that was fun.
Bugs Bunny would be proud.
Can someone please explain what happened?
Lawyer faked a company showing interest in renting the basement area with a bank vault.
Landlord decided it was way too valuable and let the restaurant out of the lease without removing the vault.
Fake company fails to follow through with formalization.
Restaurant: moved without high cost ramifications
Landlord: very pissed
Lawyer: Profit
Lawyer made up a story
Nicely told.
Gives me a Suits vibe
somehow Elmore Leonard pops into mind
If you wrote a book, I’d read it! I like your writing style.
Can someone explain this story in a nutshell please
I'm confused what did the 5000 dollars do? What did the real estate agent do?
Why did I suddenly smell cigar and stale coffee? Why am I hearing the click clack of a typewriter?
I love reading your stories. another good one!
Wow what a great ending to a chaotic situation and you prevailed. Be damned proud of yourself because I sure as hell am.
Should have changed the combination like he changed the locks.
I wouldn't want anyone hurting or ripped off yeah i have similar situation probably worse but i ask myself like my lamdlord said wwjd well id definitely get effed because the j they are talking about is judas but the j for mine is jesus and as mad and unruly as i am im very forgiving and have a lot of respect for people owning up im not perfect and im ashamed about my dire situation but i did create this mess to a degree my partner just elevated to 33 i just want my loved ones in my company or me in thiers whatever my company is just me and the old wore out dog
Feels like a John Grism plot l, except us missing murder and tragedy
"RABBIT SEASON!"
"DUCK SEASON."
"RABBIT SEASON!"
"DUCK SEASON!"
"TAKE THE VAULT!"
"I'M NOT TAKING THAT VAULT"
"TAKE THE VAULT!"
"I'M NOT TAKING THAT VAULT"
"TAKE THE VAULT!"
"I'M TAKING THE VAULT!"
"NO I'M TAKING THE--"
\Gunshot\**
A lawyer using dirty tricks to achieve just ends. Is that a chaotic good?
Good story
this story was awesome!
That was splendid!
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This post is criminally underrated
Who can I sue about this?
I didn't know I needed Legal Noir until today
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I'm amazed you found your way to this post, after it got deleted by the mods. How did you locate it?
Did this by chance happen in Detroit
The jerk landlord deserved it !!
Good show !
Saul Goodman would be proud!
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Definitely PRO Level!
I can picture the landlord Nd his mannerisms, great story
My extended family evicted me after a decade, no late rent, we on previously-great standing, they claiming I was 'messy' & caused a mice & roach issue, what was there when I moved in. I am disabled, 55, unmarried man w/no family but them and my bro, on disability & SS, poor and cannot drive. They let me & my bro, who just got out of prison, move in cheaply BECAUSE the apt was unrenteable, very old & in disrepair. The real intent was they were selling the bldg. They showed up with a truck & flatbed trailer, demanding I give them most everything, I refused, they evicted me, telling me to leave in a week. I had a Dept Of Health Speicalist come by, tell me it was BS & illegal to evict me so quickly, and they came the next day threatening me, saying"If you think your brother is bad you haven't effed with me yet!", then banged and kicked on the door. They evicted my bro two-years-in, for him stealing from me, doing drugs, etc, an adult-long-issue for him, hypocritically, you'll read soon. My nephew acted nice to me, dissing his mom & step dad, these previously mentioned landlords. He helped me find a place, since being evicted w/no money for a down payment meant it took me nearly 50 attempts to find an apt. He came by the day I went to meet the landlord to get the keys, asked for and i gave him my keys, he telling me he was going to start packing and help me move by the truck & flatbed trailer. He canceled the next day. Then a week, then told me to move it myself, I of course could not get in to the bldg or apt. Then for 2 weeks it was promises of scheduled day/time to meet there. 30 days later, he informed me the law said that bc my things were there that long, they became thiers, then started to threaten me w/a 'harassment' charge. I took them to civil court, but the judge seemed to not get it nor care they locked me out, clearly committing serveral crimes in the process, they brought a BS countersuit of me "damaging" the apt, & the judge dismissed it! This is St. Louis. MO. I live in a bad neighborhood, thankfully on a bus line, and slept on the floor for 3 months. I lost my meds, inhalers, glasses, family photos, documents, all that, and I STILL don't understand why the judge did not see that for the vengeful, baseless crimimality it was. Please advise me anyone what you think i should do. I am not going to prison, and too pretty to consider it. I was very down, VERY, and worried for my life. No attorney would help me, not even thru the disability-channels i sought help from. Thank you for listening.
Movie material!
This story and it's vibes take me back to lunches I shared with a similar attorney years ago.
why is this written like an ocean's eleven movie. i read the whole thing in a transatlantic accent
lawyers nowadays are real gangsters