The Low Down.

Alright. Here's what's happened. I'm gonna say it just once, and don't go asking a bunch of questions about it, Blog. I'm tired of it. And it's still going on.

Tavern owner called and "evicted" me on that Saturday.

On Monday he called and reiterated I had to be out by the 1st or he was "calling the cops on me."

On Tuesday (Nov. 30), I took off of work to pack and get my crap together and move to Olga's apartment. At 4:15-ish p.m., I got home to find Tavern owner illegally changing my door locks. "[Tavern owner]," I said, "Is there anyone home?"

"Nope."

"You know legally, you're not allowed to do that."

I walked straight to my room, locked the door and called 911.

I was anxious, I went across the street to sit outside the laundry. So then they did indeed lock me out.

Oh, did the police have a field day with him. They told him he was an idiot for about 10 minutes and made him give me the keys. And if he bothered me at all, they were hauling him off to jail. Nobody in the apartment had to be moved out anytime soon, they said. So leave us alone. He lied up and down about this and about that. Whatever, they said, stay away.

The roommates came home. [Tavern owner] told his cousin she had to be out by the next day. Hmm... Well, we wanted to file a police report, so about 9 p.m. we called them back over to the place. They wouldn't file a report. But he stole our lock that we paid for, we said. They went and hauled him out of the Tavern again. He didn't have the lock, the locksmith took it. But the police finally understood he had changed both door locks (one would've done it, you know, he's and idiot), and he had more keys. They got me the other keys. Then they lambasted [Tavern owner] again for telling anybody they had to be out right away. Remember that conversation we had earlier today?? [Tavern owner] said he was relinquishing the lease tomorrow. Well, give us the building key, too. Stay away. You have no reason to be in this building, right? Right. Okay.

I moved all my stuff upstairs to Dean's living room.

December 1 was quiet.

December 2, there were rumours of landlord throwing everybody out of the building. See [Tavern owner] had been lying about everyone and everything. Landlord doesn't know anything. Dean called me at work and said I'd have to move on to another friend's place. He didn't want to get thrown out, just in case.

So, I was waiting to be driven over to Manhattan, and was visiting one of the former roommates when [Tavern owner] came into the building. He was with the landlord, but we didn't know that. 911... and a bazillion policemen were outside the building in about ten seconds. Wow. They hauled him and the landlord out to the street. They were on the roof, something to do with the satellite dish my roommate supposedly stole. She doesn't have satellite TV. Nonetheless, not like [Tavern owner] informed landlord that he had been banned from the building by the police.

Blah, blah, blah, two policemen brought landlord up. He's an idiot, too, just in a different way. They informed him of how tired they were of coming out because of noise complaints. Landlord said it's just the girl complaining. Police said, actually complaints have tapered off in recent months, but were still a nuisance. They were obviously impressed by my knowledge of the law and my legal rights as a tenant in New York City. Yeah, it's more than 45 dB in my bedroom at night, I studied sound engineering, thank you, stupid landlord.

Landlord said [Tavern owner] was now not relinquishing the lease and he has a right to be in the apartment. Lie. But he obviously told [Tavern owner] he could.

So, now [Tavern owner] has been trying to get into the apartment. The second roommate left and left her keys in the apartment. The third roommate is still there, now afraid to leave her possessions, and therefore unable to apartment hunt. I guess last night [Tavern owner] and his mistress brought the police up to the door because it was his apartment and he had a right to live there right now. They said, no, you don't, get eviction papers, like you should have from the start. Third roommate doesn't answer the door or the telephone for anything, so she overheard all the lies. But the police protected her, somewhat, again this time.

At about 3:00 in the morning, she said [Tavern owner] shut off her electricity.