And so its finally over. As I sit here in my pajamas typing away on my keyboard, my wife wrapping last minute Christmas presents, I haven't felt as relaxed in awhile. I had been anticipating Wednesday morning because thats when the original officer (lets call him John) would be returning to work after a day off. John and the Chief of police seemed to be the only officers in town that seemed to think my issue was a trespassing issue and highly likely a B&E. The other various dispatchers, officers, the constable, and the JP, considered my issue to be something that would require an eviction. Wednesday morning I woke up to a cell call from John, he said that he had heard I was still having issues with the non-tenant. He said that he had gone over to the house that morning and told the non-tenant that if your not moved out today your getting arrested, and it wont be a civil charge, it will be a criminal charge, and if you dont open the door when I show up he would kick it down and drag him out. Apparently he had gotten a message from the Chief that I was still having problems with the non-tenant. Moments later I had several text messages from the non-tenant telling me not to worry, he was packing up.
I started the 150 mile trek to the property armed with a #2 philips screwdriver and some new door hardware. The wave of motivation the non-tenant had recieved that morning didnt last long. By noon he was calling to say there was a problem, he couldnt get the ankle monitoring people to change his ankle monitor address till Monday. I told him that he needed to call them back and tell them it was an emergency!! and he could be arrested at any moment for trespassing, and the address transfer needed to happen immediately. That seemed to work, because he didn't mention it again. He also called to let me know that there were no moving trucks available in town for that day, so It looked like he would have to wait till Monday. I whipped out my MMM Republic Wireless phone and had him one located within about 15 minutes, less than 4 miles away.
When I got to the property, I called John and let him know I made it into town, he told me that non-tenant had been down to the police station complaining that he was being illegally evicted from his home. He said that the Sargent was initial concerned with this report, but after John filled him in on the details the Sargent told the non-tenant "sounds like you better hurry back to the house and pack fast". I watched as he moved the remainder of his belongings into the garage. the non-tenant seemed very polite and cooperative. I got the locks changed out. I helped him move his larger items into the garage. He really didn't have much stuff, and most of it was from Rent-a-Center, it was kinda pathetic. John came by a few times to make sure things were going smooth.
I followed non-tenant over to the truck rental place where he attempted to rent the truck. His credit card was declined. I considered paying for the truck myself, just to facilitate getting his crap off my property, but the clerk said they wouldn't accept cash and i wasn't about to put this truck on my card and let Dirt-bag drive it. So we left. I told him it looked like his stuff was going out to the curb. He pleaded to let him store his stuff in the garage overnight and he could borrow a trailer the next day to get his stuff out, I had only about 3 hours of sleep the night before, I was tired and agreed. I stayed the night in town. The next day, Christmas eve he showed up at the agreed upon time, sans truck trailer or anything that could be used to move stuff. It seemed he was having trouble procuring the truck trailer. It was then I noticed a door leading from the garage into the house had been kicked it. the jamb and trim was broken. It had been shoddily repaired with some wood screws and roofing nails. Non-tenant said he had located his trailer and drove off in his car. I moved all his stuff out to the curb while he was gone. Locked the house up and went to Lowes to get supplies to repair the door. While I was there he texted me "I got the trailer. On my way back. HaHa understandable! Merry Christmas". When I returned all his stuff was gone!! He was all gone, finally gone. I spent a few hours cleaning up and repairing the door, then back on the road home.
At one point when non-tenant was out of earshot, I asked his girlfriend if she had met this person whom had supposedly defrauded them of their money. She said "no". I said do you think he exists? She said "I dont know, I dont know what to believe". I think thats a pretty good indication that he kicked in that door and repaired it himself. If you are going to rent a house that you cant really afford in the first place, I would think that you would take your girlfriend to meet the landlord to see the house before you decide and pay. The box of roofing nails and screws used to re-attache the broken door trim where still in the garage. Pretty weird.
All in all I dont feel angry at this guy for doing what he did and being the dirtbag that he is. Dirtbags have always been a part of society and there will always be dirtbags. Hes just being who he is, playing his role in society. I think its interesting that this happened on the heels of MMM's latest article about theft. I dont think his idea is wrong, and I mostly live my life that way. I may be slightly more warry after this though.