So Tuesday has to be better? Am I right?

 I feel like Garfield the cat.  I just want to faceplant myself back into bed on a Monday.  Not all bad, but by last night, I was ready for it.

When we moved from the four family we lived in 15 years ago, we had options when we looked for something different.  And more importantly, affordable options.  This isn't the case.  I know it's not just us it's anyone who's looking for a good and safe environment.

The monster down below started off as such a good neighbor.  He seemed so down to earth and we really liked him.  It was maybe like 3 months when he started showing us who he really was when he got mad about being asked why he didn't shovel.  I suspected something was up before that because there was a night where I heard the side door slam so hard one evening that I thought it was going to go off the hinges.  I suspected it had something to do with his complaint to my mom about how I parked my car in the garage.  He couldn't get his girlfriend's car into the garage because of how I parked.  Mind you, he drove a bigger vehicle at the time and he got that tank into the garage.  He told my mom that I left so much space in between my car and the garage that he could lie down between it.  My mom being my mom said well why don't you go lie down then.  He was not amused.  She could have said worse.

We resigned ourselves to shoveling and salting and trying to ignore him the next year.  He had this weird fixation with the lights.  He turned it off on me when I was down in the basement hanging clothes on the line.  He and his ex-girlfriend would use both lines for their clothes and we would have to bring stuff up the stairs.  We never said anything.

He did not mow the lawn hardly at all that first summer.  We didn't care.  As long as we didn't have to, we weren't going to say anything.  We later found out that our next door neighbor reported him repeatedly to the city so therefore, guess who got the blame?  Us.  When our landlord talked about him after he came by the first year, he asked how things were going with the monster.  We said ok and kind of laughed.  He admitted that the monster was lazy  We told him about the incident with shoveling.  He knew we were shoveling because I had a can of salt and my shovel sitting outside the door.  We said he's quiet, we just don't understand him.  We said why doesn't he pick up the dog poop?  It's kind of gross.  My mom said that she missed the teens that lived downstairs before him.  I said let's not go that far.  That's a whole different blog post.

Then I realized my mom was right about three weeks later when he unleashed his tirade in our hallway.  He was on our landing screaming and I didn't realize it.  It was surreal to me because he seemed so nice and maybe a little crabby but to say all those things?  I was in shock.  I didn't even hear all of it.  

It seemed like our landlord was a little indifferent when we called.  I wondered if we were lied about, which our landlord should have known better since he and his wife lived downstairs from us for three years.  I was afraid to go anywhere.  I still have apprehensions when I pass that door. I know the monster will run at times when he sees me.  It's that unknown feeling that I get when I pass that rotten door where he squats everyday.

He never seemed to leave the house after that.  My mom tried to talk to him and he never apologized.  She said how would you like it if we call your girlfriend that?  He probably did, that's why she left him.  He said he was stressed out about the job he had.  They made some type of amends to do better.  I still didn't trust him.

I'm not sure how I found out about his business. I wondered if he was working and I probably did look at Linkedin and saw the name of his business.  I thought maybe that would get him to move or buy a house.  We found his website on Google and laughed about his business hours because most of the time he spent his days on the porch, sometimes smoking weed in plain sight.    

Then the reviews started coming in and they were eye opening.  He didn't pay contractors and owed them more than 20 grand.  He took about 800 from someone and never returned.  People had said the same things we thought about him initially.  He seemed nice and real earnest and then when you tried to talk to him or contact him, he would become angry and hostile.  I won't say the name but will indicate a few hints.  Local contractors.  Of Wisconsin.   We found reviews on home advisor where he wasn't allowed anymore referrals because of the complaints.  Yelp even has quite the review of him ripping off family and friends.  The google reviews are gone.  His website has been gone for some time.  Yelp and home advisor are the only places that you can see what he's done.

So you wonder where the justice is for stealing from people?  It's been about a year and a half that he has stolen thousands and thousands of dollars.  Those poor people.  He has money to go to ballgames and to go out eating.  He had a car for awhile and it seemed to disappear.  Now that he found a new girlfriend he has someone new to use.  He pretty much uses her car everyday.  There are 2 lawsuits and the total for each judgments run about $127 grand.  Yeah, I snooped on him.  He used our washer and dryer from day one, even after he got appliances and they have to be locked up because of what he did.  He's the thief I need to know about.  If you drop a dollar on the ground, you can count on him taking it.  We've had to replace laundry detergent, lock up our supplies, because he'll take a ton of dryer sheets if you're not careful.  

You wonder is there justice?  Is this fair?  What can anyone do about something like this?

I'm not sure what we will do. I hate that we are going to go back to driving around again and looking for signs, but I guess we should stay proactive.  

He's a horrible human being.  He should be the one going, not us.  I know I may have to go to keep our sanity.  

Oh, well, at least Trump is back in trial.  He's another horrible troll.  Glad he gets to sit in a cold courtroom.  Big orange baby.