The Landlord Said We Trashed The Place—But We Never Even Made It Inside
We were supposed to move into the basement unit on 17th Street. Cheap, half-finished, smelled like mildew—but it had a door, a roof, and working heat. That was enough for me and my boys. The landlord, Chuck, gave me the code and said he’d “clean the rest up” before we got there that night. I … Read more