Pooh. Pooh. Ka. Ka.
“We are sorry to inform you….” Writes the landlord, and in one fell swoop we know we have six months to find another. Fucking. Rental.
Our landlords are the hapless victims of the negative amortization loan debacle. We are, in turn, FUTA. FUTA, baby, you know what that is.
We’ve been here a year, invested much time and energy and money into making this place our home. Because, you know, the landlord wanted a long-term tenant.
I’m waiting for the shock and anger to be replaced by ‘this is an opportunity…’ What’s a renter to do in this f*ing town?
