I Need to Vent
I guess this will be my journal for now.
I was renting an apartment from my mom's boss/boyfriend. There was a family that lived upstairs when I moved in Oct of 2016. Well the parents were under investigation for child abuse so the two kids were taken away. Then the dad got thrown in jail off and on for the first six months of my stay there. The mom was working with me at walmart until she also got thrown in jail a few months ago in say March or so.
So these people got evicted.. obviously. They weren't there to pay rent. The dad got released a few time and broke into their old apartment upstairs a few times. My guy and I would usually alert the landlord and they'd go check it out.
Well, a few months ago we'd heard stuff upstairs and told them. I was at work when they went to check. My guy texted me saying the same dude had indeed broken in upstairs again but this time he'd turned on the gas stove making sure the pilot light was out.. hoping to blow up the place was our guess. No one was hurt because it was caught in time, luckily.
So our landlord went over to check out his other rental (this guy obviously had it out for our landlord and he used to work for him too, so he knew where all the rentals were). They found their other rental soaked in tiki torch fuel and the guy passed out in the bushes in the backyard with stuff from the upstairs apartment. Any logical person could figure out that he'd dumped the tiki oil crap on the place and must have taken the stuff from his old place when he'd left the gas on earlier that week.
But of course the cops let him go.
So this guy gets out of jail on the 16th. Magically on the 20th a suitcase full of clothes and aerosol cans are set on fire in an otherwise empty garage right next to my apartment.. I was at my mom's celebrating her birthday that day only for her to get a call from my stepmom saying my place is on fire but everyone made it out okay.
My guy knew he heard someone messing around outside right before he started smelling smoke. This dude had gotten out of jail four days before this. We lost pretty much everything besides our bedroom stuff. And the cops won't do amything to this guy... again.
Anyways rant over. My journal burned with the rest of my belongings so I'm using this for now.
I was renting an apartment from my mom's boss/boyfriend. There was a family that lived upstairs when I moved in Oct of 2016. Well the parents were under investigation for child abuse so the two kids were taken away. Then the dad got thrown in jail off and on for the first six months of my stay there. The mom was working with me at walmart until she also got thrown in jail a few months ago in say March or so.
So these people got evicted.. obviously. They weren't there to pay rent. The dad got released a few time and broke into their old apartment upstairs a few times. My guy and I would usually alert the landlord and they'd go check it out.
Well, a few months ago we'd heard stuff upstairs and told them. I was at work when they went to check. My guy texted me saying the same dude had indeed broken in upstairs again but this time he'd turned on the gas stove making sure the pilot light was out.. hoping to blow up the place was our guess. No one was hurt because it was caught in time, luckily.
So our landlord went over to check out his other rental (this guy obviously had it out for our landlord and he used to work for him too, so he knew where all the rentals were). They found their other rental soaked in tiki torch fuel and the guy passed out in the bushes in the backyard with stuff from the upstairs apartment. Any logical person could figure out that he'd dumped the tiki oil crap on the place and must have taken the stuff from his old place when he'd left the gas on earlier that week.
But of course the cops let him go.
So this guy gets out of jail on the 16th. Magically on the 20th a suitcase full of clothes and aerosol cans are set on fire in an otherwise empty garage right next to my apartment.. I was at my mom's celebrating her birthday that day only for her to get a call from my stepmom saying my place is on fire but everyone made it out okay.
My guy knew he heard someone messing around outside right before he started smelling smoke. This dude had gotten out of jail four days before this. We lost pretty much everything besides our bedroom stuff. And the cops won't do amything to this guy... again.
Anyways rant over. My journal burned with the rest of my belongings so I'm using this for now.
