Winning a round against my landlord

I won a round against my previous evil slumlord of a landlord, Jim Gray of Irving Properties. Earlier this week, Jim Gray allowed me to truss him up like a pig. He submitted. Licked my shitkickers clean.

I moved out of my hellhole of an apartment in South Minneapolis at the end of March. Though I only moved four blocks, it was the longest move of my life. After Irving Properties sprung a surprise condo conversion on the tenants in the building (starting construction without giving proper notice of condo conversion) I had found a new apartment but my move-in time at the new place was a day AFTER I had to be out of my present shithole. Irving Properties refused to budge on my move-out day, so I was forced to out A DAY EARLY, moving all my life into a rental truck that sat out on the mean, wet streets of South Minneapolis for two nights while I slept with the cats on Jessica's couch.

When Irving Properties finally sent me back my deposit, the fuckers subtracted $250 my deposit, claiming I had overstayed my welcome by five hours. Which comes out to $50 an hour.

Well, I promptly wrote them a nice fuck-you letter, demanding the return of my deposit or I would take them to court. Within ten days, Jim Gray submitted. Lick those boots clean, bitch.

I was almost disappointed. I had a good case against the fucker, with witnesses and affidavits to prove my timeline. I was working on a sexy Matlock swagger. If I had taken him to court I could have recouped damages against his blatant slumlord tactics. But in the end all I ended up with after months of fighting is what was rightfully mine from the start.