So when the dust settled, here me and Adam are left in a trail of Lady Boy madness. The one time short lived majestic 123 Anchorage Street , now has a family of floppers taking it over, no room in the fridge for our food and mine and Adam's "weekly lease"was officially up. However things are different since the mirage of Shauntelle was brought to light. When all was said and done, Adam and i along with Less were on the hunt for a new place. Less and been escorted out by Police as Shauntelle had pulled some shady stuff with his contract and we had not heard from neither "Shaun" who handles accounting or "Shauntelle" who handles booking and we are a day past our own lease. This is extremely un-usual as Shauntelle would be like clockwork, 3 days before your week expired asking if you were renewing and demanding payment. Fuck, talk about living week to week not knowing if you have a place to live at the end of it.
So we find a place and commit to it, put in our deposit and start getting our exit strategy in place. Its a weird scenario, Adams dad is flying in for Namm, were headed out with him. In light of all the stuff we have Reid flying home and were in this madness of moving once again. So its the night before we move out. We have heard nothing from the company and are 2 days into a new lease we didn't sign, keep in mind we have until the 28th , as the company doesn't know we are moving out with all the dust finally settling. So me and Adam get a knock on the door, it's Armondo ( Tim; the super intendant from when we moved in, Armando is his replacement. I forgot to say Tim quit the day after we moved in, obviously to do with Shauntelle. The only interaction ive had with Armondo was when we got a knock on our door one day randomly from him and he demanded i take beer bottles down to the trash, to which i replied Go Fuck yourself and went back to bed.
So here we are, we owe money to for these free days we have stayed, however Shauntelle has disappeared in light of Less's "biting" incident. So the knock comes, Armondo is now demanding money. Apologies, a quick backstory, when "the biting incident" happened, Adam had sent an email to Shauntelle stating all the things that have gone wrong since we moved in and asked her to call us regarding the lease , however she then disappeared. So we owe the money, however, we never got the phone call to debate what was going on. So we tell Armondo to call Shauntelle as we were waiting to her from him, i mean her , i'm not even sure at this point. He gets on the phone with her and this weird bantering starts again (reminisant of when we moved in and her & Tim fought about moving the extra bed upstairs) so ths is going on again between her and Armondo and them pretending like we cant hear them. She claims she has been calling Adam back regarding his email when she clearly hadn't, thus setting Armondo up to come hear it from us. You would think in thses sinariors it makes sense just to pass the phone to Adam and resolve the situation , however this is La La land and so Armondo hangs up and says Shauntelle will call us right now to sort it. Nothing happens. She calls Armondo back and says we are not picking up the phone. Keep in mind , were all in the same room. He tells us were not answering, it becomes a weird situation, us just asking to pass the phone, her pretending she's calling. Finally they give and just pass the phone to Adam. The conversation jumps into everything outlined in the email ; ie the fumigation (not telling us), the cockroaches, the revolving door of employees, the 2 floors jammed into 1, the biting, the cops, the no fridge room......the list goes on. Her is where she try s to pull some bullshit with Adam saying we owe 2000 for staying past our lease term date ( all bs) she says its in the contract. ( Fuck him/her whatever. were out. ) im Hungover and would have beat the piss out of that lady boy if she was within walking distance. We have a moment after we hang up and Adam calls back and explains we are moving out the next day and can we have another night. They agree , the end of 123 Anchorage is near. The night would have more interesting things happen as Adam and Reid played a show i hooked up for him at the local bar, Reid ends up sleeping in his car (Ala Venice style) i end up on a roof top with my friend Jess and her roommates stuck because they changed the code on us and it was on my phone that was now dead. One of the girls in jess's building is a camera operator and had a swiss army bag of chargers but none were mine, Reid makes a last ditch effort and goes to the hostel. #boom he finds one and were off to our last night @ 123 Anchorage. The night was over.
The next morning starts off as expected, were packed and out as we agreed. The real-estate agent had set our move in time to 11am. We were out @ 9am , Adam's car once again loaded with all our belongings. So we head over to Starbucks and start our day, as it progresses we start getting anxiety as the agent sends Less a messages saying the owner hasn't signed off on the deal and she is waiting to get ahold of them and thus she is now not coming to give us the keys at 11am and is going to wait to come meet us when the deal is signed on there end. To clarify , our end was done and the agent had said the deal was done. deposit in. Our end signed, however the agent had not got it signed off by the owner. I understand exactly whats going down as my brother is a real-estate agent back home, as does Less as he has a back ground in the industry. Adam however doesn't get it , and because we have some expensive equipment, its put us in a bad stale mate situation with a car loaded with all our belongings and no place to go. Oh Venice, nostalgia hits us, as we think about the battle to get here, when we finally landed what turned out to be a mirage of 123 Anchorage, this palace by the beach ran by a shady lady boy. It was pretty amazing how great life was and how upside down it is. As the day progresses it gets worse, the agent is now not answering our calls. As Less says,"Im hoping for the best, but expecting the worst". Thing is today os such a nice day, a beach day. Everybody is out in full force, and we are stuck homeless in Venice, obviously not the first people like that. As the sun goes down, me and Less agree that this lady is not answering our calls as nobody likes working on weekends. So we head to a pub to catch the Toronto Maple Leafs home opener. Everything goes into plan b, we start working on our plan b offer to a massive 2000 sqft loft with way more risk on our part and alot on Less who is going to bat for us, something i cant express to anyone reading this, Less has worked hard to help us and to maintain a good bromance we have developed. Adam at this point still doesnt understand the process and get wrap his head around whats going on so he decides to take his stuff to his old place in North Hollywood where he still has his place rented to the end of the month. I decide to hit the hostel, belongings in tow.
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