I can tell you’re an angry little man by the way you carry yourself. You’ve never said anything to me when I see you in the hallway or the lobby, but you’re always scowling and shuffling around like you’ve got a stick shoved up your ass. I’ve encountered your son (stepson?) several times in the lobby or outside the building, having been locked out. I don’t much care for the way he dresses (flat brim hat, puffy coat, typical teenage attempt at facial hair) but that’s more a matter of my personal opinion. He’s always been very polite to me and is somewhat timid, perhaps embarrassed that he’s not allowed in his home. Now, I don’t know the circumstances surrounding his lockouts and it’s none of my business, really. However, I work shift work and the last time I let him in the building it was 2 am and in the middle of one of those crazy snow storms we had. The kid is maybe 16. At least once a week I can hear you screaming at whoever it is you live with (I never hear anyone else, only you). Wether it’s about your cigarettes or the place not being cleaned to your standards or how if your son does something one more time you’re going to “knock his teeth out into the street”. Man, do I feel sorry for the people who have somehow ended up stuck with you in their lives every day. You are a miserable, small, man. And contrary to what you were yelling today about how “this is my house and you just live here — out there is the building, in here is mine” … wrong, fucko. You own nothing. You pay rent and can be evicted at 2 weeks notice. I hope you find yourself alone and those two people who seem trapped with you find peace someday soon. You need to learn how to treat people. —Thin walls in Fairview
This article appears in May 14-20, 2015.
I totally feel you, for nothing ruins a quiet evening of “Bar Rescue” or “Hip-Hop Housewives of Baltimore” quicker than some loudmouth threatening domestic violence.
Then again, it is Fairview.
Damn, read to the end and ……… Fairview! Of course, should have known from the Apt. 5.
Their is nothing ”fair” about that hamlet and certainly no view.
You must both live in some perfect corner of the city where dogs shit rainbows and children fly kites made of licorice. I don’t know, I live in fairview and have a nice 2 bedroom apartment. My living room window overlooks the backyards of some middle class families that are all well kept and decorated with flowers (the yards, not the families). My neighbours have a magnolia bush that reaches up to my bedroom window and blooms every spring.
Dartmouth Area Man Gets The Irony. Still, Looks Down On Fairview >; )
It’s sad to see this blog experiencing such a painful death…
Not sure about the specifics but the OB has no knowledge of Tenancy law. He may not own it financially but in law he is in charge of his unit. As for being evicted in two weeks notice – it ain’t going to happen. For certain circumstances a landlord can issue a Notice to Quit (5 day) but if the tenant ignores it, then regular procedure occurs which could take months to go through the system. The only other time a tenant can be forced to leave is due to a health or hazardous reasons.
THE CONCEPT OF PRIVATE PROPERTY
“wrong fucko. You own nothing.” Thin Walls in Fairview
It was, of course, the anarchist philosopher Joseph Proudhon who famously proclaimed, “All property is theft!” but one could argue that the concept of “theft” necessarily entails the concept of property itself. In other words, there could be no theft if there were no property which comes dangerously close to the empty tautology, “All property is property!” But Proudhon was distinguishing private property from public property, that held collectively by the citizenry for the common good in respect to which the former COULD be seen as an instance of theft in respect to the latter. So what about private property?
While one thinks of the original wording of the American Declaration of Independence – “Life, liberty and the pursuit of property” – thereby enshrining the concept of private property as the cornerstone of the capitalist society, perhaps its greatest impact was in the structuring of the capitalist consciousness itself. In other words, the concept of private property is inextricably woven into our sense of identity.
In many ways we ARE our property. Who would we be without our possessions, of whatever sort? For many, perhaps for most, we wouldn’t be anybody. We wouldn’t exist in any coherent sense. However, the paradox is that our property, unless stolen, sold or destroyed, outlives us. If you like, we are little more than “fucko,” its tenant caretakers. We are transient, temporary and ephemeral while our property is permanent, unchanging and, if not eternal, then it may as well be as far as we are concerned. We cling to our property as a token of immortality. Without our property we are as chaff upon the wind, of no particular account. We are little more than flotsam upon the ever-changing waters of history.
Have a good day.
A pleasure as always,
Cheerio!