kaboom and, what, rename the blog?
aah, so the sweet neighbor upstairs, hottiegirl, rings my bell today. 'hey, did you hear about the gas leak?' 'no!' long story short, there was a gas leak: the valve that connects the main to her apartment broke and filled the building, hence the smell all. winter. long. greattttt. it's fixed, but one poorly timed cigarette and we coulda gone *kaboom* reaaaaaaaaaaaally easily. wonderful. love it. and 'useless,' my 'super,' denied a leak from the beginning, wtf.
so i get my lease renewal and thinking it will be 7% of my base, i think how bad could it be... well, my dears, big daddy moved into 10014 six years ago, with something called a 'rider' on my lease. a rider is a little clause on a lease saying, 'the apartment is worth a gillion [inflated or not] but we're renting it at [about 50 bucks.]' governor pataki, that mother fucking piece of shit from albany (god that felt good), decided in 2003 that such clauses, 'preferential rents,' were at the whim of landlords, and, thus, not legal documents anymore. the legislature approved it, and it was upheld in the appellate division. so. my rider is moot, and the mother fucking piece of shit new landlord (building sold last fall) jacked me up to market. i call him, i call my realtor, i call the city of new york's housing board, etc. turns out the only recourse of action i have is to write a letter and plead my cause. so i do. tomorrow, at about 730, his minion will come over to assess the place. i'm hoping once he sees how small and re-donk-u-lous my space is, that they'll reconsider, but otherwise, i'm sooooo shit. out. of. luck.
to be continued, my public....
so i get my lease renewal and thinking it will be 7% of my base, i think how bad could it be... well, my dears, big daddy moved into 10014 six years ago, with something called a 'rider' on my lease. a rider is a little clause on a lease saying, 'the apartment is worth a gillion [inflated or not] but we're renting it at [about 50 bucks.]' governor pataki, that mother fucking piece of shit from albany (god that felt good), decided in 2003 that such clauses, 'preferential rents,' were at the whim of landlords, and, thus, not legal documents anymore. the legislature approved it, and it was upheld in the appellate division. so. my rider is moot, and the mother fucking piece of shit new landlord (building sold last fall) jacked me up to market. i call him, i call my realtor, i call the city of new york's housing board, etc. turns out the only recourse of action i have is to write a letter and plead my cause. so i do. tomorrow, at about 730, his minion will come over to assess the place. i'm hoping once he sees how small and re-donk-u-lous my space is, that they'll reconsider, but otherwise, i'm sooooo shit. out. of. luck.
to be continued, my public....
posted by tom at 10:42 PM
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