I mean, no big surprise. It’s cold as fuck and we didn’t call the cops on him yet.
We went by the house on new years day and actually got a good look at what was in there. Not only was there a mattress, but also a stack of National Geographics paperweighted by the Bible, a bag of groceries, and a stack of blankets and pillows hidden behind an egg crate mattress topper.
This guy is into his comfort.
So this afternoon, my boyfriend walked by again to see if he could catch the guy. Instead, he left a note with the name and location of a local shelter (we called to see if they had room and they said, well, they have room tonight), and a warning that we were going to call the cops and clear all of his stuff out.
Then tonight, we tried to call the cops (79th precinct!) and they said we had to:
1. Call 911.
2. Be at the location.
3. Have a copy of the deed to prove that we are the owners of the house.
Oh, also today, my architect left me a very urgent message to call him back. Apparently, he was at the Department of Buildings and the inspector asked him what was up with the chimney on our house and why hadn’t any work been done and why isn’t the permit posted somewhere on the house.
Oh yeah, and last week, I got a notice in the mail that I have to to court and fight a violation on the house in two weeks. They found some holes in the ground near the house that looked like mouse holes. Great.
Oh also today, the siding guy couldn’t start because it was too cold.
Yeah, happy new year.