That's not our responsibility.

And with these words, a fire inside me rages.



The new landlord refused to fix the window. The crack on the inside is "my fault." I "should have taken care of it."

"We" only need to repair the "outside." The previous owner, offered because it was the right thing to do. I found out yesterday he didn't have to. Whether or not these assholes even know NY State Laws doesn't concern me. Litigation in housing court could take 6 months or more. At the end of 6 months, it will be winter again. I want my fucking air conditioner in the window, so MOTHERFUCK IT, I'll do it myself. Everything is my fault: OJ Simpson, El Nino, Chernobyl...etc.



Well, you know what? If I'm going to pay for things out of my own pocket anyway, I think I'll look into owning something outright. Take my rent, you CJFs. I'll just keep socking away the dollars, see if I qualify for a mortgage and actually buy something by the time I'm 36. I always said I wanted something of my own by the time I was 40. Sooner seems better than later.



And when I leave, a nice brick smashed through both front windows will drive my point home.



(After I've gotten back my deposit, of course.)



This is not a lofty goal.