Yesterday, I got a call from Ben saying our landlord had been there and was pissed. We had trash in front and behind our house, and Sonny's van is also parked back there. I was at work already so there wasn't much I could do. After work, I had intended to print some posters, but I ended up not. We made hasty plans to clean up the yard late at night. I headed to Baltimore, where I had a show I had booked to attend (and work). The first band was late, but it all worked out before closing. All the bands were good. Cowboys Became Folk Heroes played, and were good and it was fun because they had played the farm 2+ years ago. It was good seeing Evan and Dima. I loaned a guy from Welcome The Plague Year crutches because I happened to have some in my car.
The guy with the keys to the CCAS went to see a movie so I ended up getting stuck there for an hour or so, but then I made it home where Scott and Sonny and I worked on cleaning up the yard so we wouldn't be evicted. We bagged all trash that would fit in a contractor bag, even if it meant breaking up said items so they would fit.
I came up with the idea of driving around and leaving one bag at each house that already had bags out, and also leaving like larger items at places with like items: for example, leaving a pile of wood scraps at a house that had a wood pile out by the street. Of course, this is illegal, so we didn't do that... Of course.
josh [email] said at 11:54 AM 08-03-2004: I came up with the idea of driving around and leaving one bag at each house that already had bags out, and also leaving like larger items at places with like items: for example, leaving a pile of wood scraps at a house that had a wood pile out by the street. Of course, this is illegal, so we didn't do that... Of course.
We also would _never_ consider leaving couches in front of house that already had couches for pick up, or anything of the sort. We obey the laws.
josh [email] said at 11:55 AM 08-03-2004: I think I have mostly defused the landlord. Thanks to everyone at the house, who contributed in the clean-up.
loren [email] said at 12:45 PM 08-03-2004: That's Scott's monicker (sp?)... that boy would cross the desert to pull you out of a quicksand trap just as it covered your mouth.
scott [email] said at 12:51 PM 08-03-2004: no problemo! it was a fun adventure. well, most of it was. some if it was just plain disgusting. like whatever it was that turned my hands that odd shade of green. i wish we could have weighed how much trash we hauled.
scott [email] said at 12:55 PM 08-03-2004: and thanks to you for calling and defusing the landlord. although, it would kind of rule to be kicked out before officially moving in. but not really.
abby [email] said at 1:43 PM 08-03-2004: give up on your dreams, erica. i have lost like three hats and ten scarves there. sonny gives all that shit to the neighborhood children.
angie [email] said at 10:49 PM 08-03-2004: uh oh. was it from the 4th of july party? I took some black flip flops thinking they were mine, and then realized they weren't the same ones because these are MUCH COMFIER.
