The rain it raineth on the just

[serinde]

...and also on the unjust fella
But mostly on the just because
The unjust stole the just's umbrella.

Only not today, because Leechy McRoommate and his new hired shyster...who apparently failed to actually contact the prosecutor to say he was going to take over the case...did not trouble themselves to appear in court. So dariodevil has triumphed: case dismissed on prosecutor's recommendation.

I fully rejoice in this as one of the best possible outcomes (without Leechy giving into his social retardation and punching out a bailiff, or the like), though I did have a sneaking interest in what it would be like to appear on the witness stand. Took me ten minutes to dress, and 30 to fuck around with my hair so as to look professional and elegant yet not stodgy or consciously dolled-up.

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[mangosteen]

Context, for those who tuned in late?

[syringavulgaris.livejournal.com]

OK. Once upon a time, dariodevil did a favor for a friend, and agreed to let the friend's friend, who had nowhere to stay, move in with him for 4-6 weeks while said FOAF (hereafter to be referred to as Leechy McRoommate) saved money to move down to Florida with the mutual friend.

Months pass. Leechy was still emplanted and showed no sign of leaving. When approached in re: rent and contribution to the general household costs--I should note that he ran his TV and aircon nigh-constantly during the summer, for instance--or else his departure, his invariable response came from the set "I can't afford to", "I have nowhere else to stay", "Make me", "Don't you fucking try anything or I will pound you flat". This continued even after they were both going to get thrown out of the apartment on account of Leechy's very loud, very yappy dog annoying other building tenants.

At the beginning of September, dariodevil got a temporary restraining order against Leechy, and we boxed up all his shit and moved it into the building's basement. (Which apparently was a no-no, and when the TRO was served, we had to haul everything he didn't take with him in that trip back into the apartment, oh my achin' back). It was arranged, in the presence of the building super and the two supervising cops, that Leechy would pick up the remainder of his shit the next evening.

Which he did not show up to do, instead making two other unauthorized visits with cops trying to get into the apartment on sundry pretexts when dariodevil was not home, to what end we're not sure of, though it seems obvious that it extends beyond just getting his stuff, since he could have gotten that just by SHOWING UP. Instead, he amused himself by filing a charge of theft of "movable property in excess of $20,000 value", which is doubly hilarious since his volumes upon volumes of junque may have been worth a tenth of that.

TRO was made permanent, lawyer was engaged to deal with the theft case, Leechy eventually made an appointment that he actually kept to pick up his crap, and here we all are.

[rainbear.livejournal.com]

Yay for the end of Chapter DCLXVI: Tale of the Leechy McRoommate!

[dariodevil.livejournal.com]

The best was in court, during the hearing to make the restraining order permanent, he claimed that A) he paid me rent; B) I abused his dog; and C) I was mentally unstable (and attempted to submit printed out pages of my blog as evidence). I wish I could get the transcript of that hearing. It was hilarious.

He's going to try to sue me next, for damaging his property most likely. Which will be hilarious, considering I gave the judge for the theft trial a copy of the police report from the night he picked up his things, to be added to the record of the case itself; on the report, it clearly states he got all of his property back, and was satisfied. Then, of course, he has to prove that things are missing and/or were damaged by me. Good fucking luck.

I fart in his general direction. You should, too.

-DD