On May 09, 2016 11:31am, Janis Kracht wrote to Allen Prunty:   
      
    JK> That's good to hear.. Seems long ago when we were renting we always go   
    JK> the short end of the stick so to speak.  Well, at least most times we   
    JK> get the security back but I do remember having to make a fuss with the   
    JK> landlord over it.   
      
   I have never had a problem getting my deposit back... I often think that they   
   gave it back to get rid of me.  But, I usually move out of a place and it's in   
   much better condition than before I moved into it.   
      
   The ONLY exception was when I terminated a lease early and I even got that one   
   back after I took them to court.  I had a nightmare of a neighbor across the   
   hall.  Constant parties every night even on the weekdays and they would steal   
   my light bulbs I put in the porch light.  I even went so far as to buy them a   
   box of light bulbs and gift wrap them.  They would steal the light bulb and   
   from the porch light and the one in the hallway every time without fail.   
      
   The landlord was an "absentee" landlord and I reported this to him daily on   
   their answering machine.  I came home from work (this was before I worked for   
   corrections I was an EMT then) to find Metro Narcotics raiding the building.   
   They had a warrant to search the entire premises and they ransacked my   
   apartment too.  It was a duplex town home so we each had an upstairs and a   
   downstairs.   
      
   I came home, after work and grocery shopping, to find strand people going in   
   an out of my apartment only to be thrown to the ground, my groceries smashed I   
   don't know if you were here then but because I was the NC/NEC of 2320 the   
   net's echomail was down for two weeks as they ripped the computer apart even   
   searched in it's case.  The hard drive was salvageable... Benny from SEC   
   Computers rebuilt it for me no charge.   
      
   All of my belongings were dumped on the floor and no care was taken to make   
   sure my poor kitty was secure.  Thankfully the old lady across the street   
   rescued her.  I moved that weekend as I did not feel safe there.  I got no   
   apology from the landlord... the police did make things right as my furniture   
   was damaged, when I moved they did buy me new furniture and pay for the   
   damages they did.  I never was so embarrassed or felt so violated.  It was my   
   first apartment and I was so proud of it.  I learned how to sue the crap out   
   of a landlord from this experience.  I had to pay two months rent in advance   
   plus a damage deposit they tried to keep every penny.  The police had some   
   sort of fund that helped me move (in exchanged for testimony in court) and   
   they had an attorney that helped me move.  It was so bad they insisted I move   
   across town far from my parents as it would be unsafe for me to stay in that   
   area.   
      
   I also learned after that that a GOOD apartment that doesn't screw you over   
   pets is hard to find... and I never trusted anyone in apartments after that.   
   It got better after I became a correction's officer... which leads to another   
   nightmare story.   
      
   All was good until September 11, 2001.  I was working day shift at the jail   
   downtown as a corrections officer and I picked up a 4 hour part time gig as an   
   EMT/Firefighter with PRP Fire department.  (I had the trifecta of emergency   
   services as tone time I was a licensed EMT / Firefighter and Law Enforcement   
   officer... I actually carried 3 badges at same time) I had to drop my part   
   time job as so many people were called up to active duty with the reserves   
   that it caused manditory 12 hour shifts at the jail which every other night we   
   were manditoried an additional 4 hours because of critical staffing lows...   
   with 1 or 2 days off.  And by the time I got a day off I was exhausted and   
   they were just figuring out then I had Lupus on top of everything else.   
      
   I had a crabby old man and woman who lived below me who complained about me   
   stomping around at 1am... they complained that I ran water excessively...   
   after working 16 hours at a jail the hot shower was the highlight of the   
   night.  To stay fresh I had to change uniforms sometimes once or twice a shift   
   (inmates like to throw food and literally poop at you at times) so I would   
   come home and immediately do laundry you don't let that stuff sit.   
      
   I get a letter eventually from the apartment manager telling me to cease and   
   desist my "nighttime activities" not to "run water after 11pm" and blah blah   
   blah.  This went on almost daily for weeks and the last straw was a letter   
   that threatened eviction.   
      
   I took that to work and thankfully at that time I served as the arraignment   
   court officer / bailiff to the judge and etc.  Needless to say I showed the   
   letter to one of the county prosecutors who made a copy and gave it to his   
   wife (reputed to be one of the meanest attorneys in the state). She told me to   
   disregard and sent them a letter.   
      
   We were immediately served by the Apartment community's lawyer with an   
   eviction notice and a copy of my lease with the caption highlighted NO WASHING   
   CLOTHES IN THE COMMON AREAS DURING HOURS OF 9PM to 9AM.  Where they messed up   
   was I paid an additional $50 a month for the "Deluxe" apartment with   
   washer/dryer hookups and a dishwasher.   
      
   Katherine, my attorney, said let it go to court... I had to show up to court   
   in my uniform as I took a break away from work to go (courthouse attached to   
   the jail thankfully no biggie) was in front of a judge all of ten minutes   
   after Katherine explained the overtime situation and etc and pointed out that   
   I had been harassed by neighbors below and I had no choice to my shift.  The   
   nail in the coffin was when the judge ruled that if the washer was inside my   
   apartment it was not a common area and I was free to wash to my heart's   
   desire.  I was awareded 3 months rent, my damage deposit and moving expenses.   
   I was given up to 45 days to move on top of that rent free and the two old   
   farts below me were given a no contact/harassment order with me.   
      
   That was in 2002 and I moved to the 800 building... that's when the Derby City   
   Livewire went down after continuous operation starting on an old Atari 800   
   first call taken April 1 1986 with a 300 baud modem and BBS Express.   
      
   The livewire resurfaced again when I bough my home in 2007 but due to a fire   
   it went down again in 2011 (you were my feed then) my health was failing and   
   that ordeal about killed me.  I'm retired now and hopefully back for the long   
   haul now.   
      
   Now back on topic since 1986 I've had 12 wonderful kitties in and out of my   
   life and now having Jade, my jet black green eyed troublemaker and Annie, my   
   black and white dwarf kitty with me currently.  I miss Tasha, Becky, Nannie,   
   Callie, Bubby, Mickey, Monica, Tess, Elvis and Priscilla.   
      
   I've always had two at any given time.   
      
   Allen   
      
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