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So here's a recap of everything that's happened so far.
My brother's ex-girlfriend Shelly scammed me out of over three hundred dollars...
and when I put a stop to it, she tried to sue me
with a fake lawyer who she is now engaged to. Oh, and did I mention that she's
pregnant?
And not really sure who the father is. She has a son already
and she tried to emotionally blackmail my brother by saying that
the kid was his; turned out that was an impossibility,
and so my brother - in his twenties - decided to run away from home.
I found him several thousand miles away, smacked some sense into his head, and
brought him back.
My agoraphobic neighbor Nora, who owned these houses on either side of mine,
passed away and left me both houses. And now we're all caught up.
The houses are still "in probate", whatever the hell that means
and right now a nephew of Nora's
(who we'll call Nate) has moved into this house.
I first met Nate when I saw him park at the house
and let himself in. He had a copy of the key.
Nate said he'd been down on his luck for a long time,
drifting from place to place, and he and his wife were happy to have finally found
a home.
I feel sorry for the guy. And she's two months pregnant.
He also said it was nice to come back to the place where he had visited his Auntie Nora
when he was a child.
He told me that when the house was out of probate, he'd be happy to buy it from me,
but in the meantime he'd pay rent and a security deposit.
And to be honest right now I could use the money. But now I know...
I SUCK AS A LANDLORD. I mean you don't really know that you will
until you try, but yeah I suck.
Nate and his wife parked no less than four vehicles on the lawn.
So this is now my nightly routine.
Brush my teeth, get into my pj's, slip into bed
and enjoy a few brief sweet hours of sleep
before the inevitable...
[LOUD HORRENDOUS MOTOR REVVING]
And then, country music
right over this, played at an insanely loud volume.
That goes on from 20-48 minutes
EVERY night.
I don't know why. But I'm going to get to the bottom of this.
If you have any ideas why this idiot would do this, please post them below.
You know, come to think of it, I didn't even know Nora had a nephew.
Or a brother or sister, for that matter. And the guy didn't show up for Nora's
funeral, so take from that what you will.
I can't kick him out because
there's paperwork, and laws...
I did call the cops, the second night that it happened.
They said Nate was just a good ol boy.
Never meanin' no harm. And playing country music and sitting in a car with the gas running
weren't illegal, in the strictest sense.
I can never seem to catch Nate at home,
or when I'm not in my pajamas, but I know he'll be home tonight,
because his wife posted on Facebook about their Valentine's Day plans.
He's making her dinner. And what to rednecks serve their maidens fair
for Valentine's Day?
BBQ, of course!