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Crazy in Brooklyn
Our dealings in a quiet neighborhood in Brooklyn
Created on 2007-06-26 20:06:29 (#13250832), last updated 2009-09-01
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Basic Info| Name: | jsbot |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 1978 |
| Location: | New York, United States |
BioI'm just a guy with a roommate (liza) who live in what seems to be a renter's death trap. I started this blog with hopes of venting my anxieties about living with this insanity. My goal is also to keep a dated journal for legal reasons, should I decide to take legal action.
In June 2007, we decided to take this apartment, after a grueling screening process:
After answering the ad from Craigslist, we were met by a realtor on the corner. She had told us that we were the first responders, so we got a good 'appointment'. We were shown the apartment with three other candidates, separately. This is when we first met DD, the landlord. DD is a middle-aged, robust woman who lives with her sister and the sister's boyfriend (GG) in two separate apartments in an 1850's brownstone. The sister rarely leaves the house (if ever), and the boyfriend is the house servant, answering mostly to DD. GG, the boyfriend, has many chores around the house (I'm assuming to earn his keep): He answers the door if it rings, brings out the garbage, turns the front lights on at dusk, turns them off the next day, investigates noises, brings up shopping bags that may be too heavy...
Anyway, we were selected from that bunch after each providing checking AND savings statements, letters of employment, a recommendation from my previous landlord, a credit check, and a follow-up interview where I had to promise not to destroy the house. I was also recommended by the Realtor, who, coincidentally is a mutual friend. We met DD at the Realtor to sign the lease, whereupon she began to show her true colors.
I asked her if the kitchen table came with the apartment, or if it was the previous tenant's. Her reply was interesting, and to this day, still references it (get to that in a minute). Among other questions I asked before signing, were whether the laws were different when renting from a private home, and if my rights were guaranteed. The realtor gave me the usual renter's rights, and DD gave the interesting response. She assured me that she could break the lease if we violated it, and that she would change the locks if we did; she's done it before. She asked me how I knew the previous tenant, and how I knew about the table, since she threw him out and he left it there. This left me baffled, but we signed anyway, a bit shaken up. Liza and I went out for a celebratory drink after signing and dropping a good chunk of money on the Realtor.
In June 2007, we decided to take this apartment, after a grueling screening process:
After answering the ad from Craigslist, we were met by a realtor on the corner. She had told us that we were the first responders, so we got a good 'appointment'. We were shown the apartment with three other candidates, separately. This is when we first met DD, the landlord. DD is a middle-aged, robust woman who lives with her sister and the sister's boyfriend (GG) in two separate apartments in an 1850's brownstone. The sister rarely leaves the house (if ever), and the boyfriend is the house servant, answering mostly to DD. GG, the boyfriend, has many chores around the house (I'm assuming to earn his keep): He answers the door if it rings, brings out the garbage, turns the front lights on at dusk, turns them off the next day, investigates noises, brings up shopping bags that may be too heavy...
Anyway, we were selected from that bunch after each providing checking AND savings statements, letters of employment, a recommendation from my previous landlord, a credit check, and a follow-up interview where I had to promise not to destroy the house. I was also recommended by the Realtor, who, coincidentally is a mutual friend. We met DD at the Realtor to sign the lease, whereupon she began to show her true colors.
I asked her if the kitchen table came with the apartment, or if it was the previous tenant's. Her reply was interesting, and to this day, still references it (get to that in a minute). Among other questions I asked before signing, were whether the laws were different when renting from a private home, and if my rights were guaranteed. The realtor gave me the usual renter's rights, and DD gave the interesting response. She assured me that she could break the lease if we violated it, and that she would change the locks if we did; she's done it before. She asked me how I knew the previous tenant, and how I knew about the table, since she threw him out and he left it there. This left me baffled, but we signed anyway, a bit shaken up. Liza and I went out for a celebratory drink after signing and dropping a good chunk of money on the Realtor.
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