He approached while I lugged my stuff upstairs
He told me how many bodies he could stack in his trunk
He gave me a fake card, said he worked for the landlords.
I fell through the disintegrating staircase
He discharged aughts pop through the floor and walls
He cursed me out, enumerated threats; eviction, destruction
He nailed one of my tires, stabbed one when it didn't stop me.
I waited up for hours for the cops
He mounted cameras on every corner of the building he could access
He fed the other tenants rehearsed lies to keep them where he wanted them
He deployed traffic cones to the driveway, posted signs with orders to keep doors shut.
I called a lawyer for help
He said I deserved it because I wore skirts and didn't seem enough ashamed
He said he was "from the eighties" (born in '86); you couldn't blame him for not knowing better
He said he couldn't be politically incorrect - he's gay, he's a minority, he's oppressed, how dare you!
I left: broom clean
01 May 2026
He/Said She/Said Tenant Disputes
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