Those who've been around a while will perhaps remember me, the young'ns will be scratching their heads...
I dropped outta sight when my health went to shit. Been in and out of hospital and stuff ever since, yet somehow I still live...?
Right then, last summer I suffered a horrible reaction to a new chemotherapy cocktail requiring hospitalization, during which I suffered two heart attacks.
I returned home to find that my neighbor had planted a portable toilet in my front yard in prep for a project they had cooked up. They'd also stretched some cheesy erosion fencing around a sidewalk and stairway in my yard...destroying five years effort in ground cover. I spoke with them about respecting the property line and getting the toilet moved because it smelled so bad I couldn't open windows.
A week later I am awakened to my house shaking but was still far too ill (and cautious...covid don't you know) to go out and look. When I did, a day later, my sidewalk and stairs were gone. I now had a six to ten foot deep trench (it's on a slope so its depth varied).
The next day the contractor on the job called me and asked if I knew where the property line was...? I asked him if he was on site and if he'd meet me (at a distance) out at the edge closest to my house. When he did I told him that he was, at that very instant, standing about 3 to 5 feet into my yard. His face melted. I told him that the sidewalk and stairs where mine and that I expected them restored.
Thus began an eight month odyssey of deception and evasion involving a wide assortment of characters that exploded last month in a display of hysterical absurdity that even Hollywood wouldn't stoop to.
Turns out the architect's blueprints for this project, drawn in 2017, not only included the stairs and sidewalk with the property line clearly marked, but plans for their removal.
I've reached out to some lawyer friends for advice but learned quickly that this is not something any lawyer would touch on contingency, because everyone on the otherside has an insurance company behind them. I'd have to go hourly. Figure between $70-$100...K (as in thousand, $70,000 - $100,000) out of my pocket.
So I called my insurance company. The missing stuff is covered. With a catch...I have to file a police report for about 30 feet of stolen sidewalk and concrete stairway.
The cop that takes this report is going believe that I'm insane. Or simply batshit crazy. "Hello Police? I'd like to report my sidewalk was stolen...!"
But (the plot thickens) in speaking with a lawyer referred to me by a friend, I learned that it is very likely that this also involves a conspiracy between the participants on the other side. Which moves the entire fucking mess out of the realm of misdemeanor theft and into felony territory (she figured a C felony but if the contractor flips on the property owners in order to keep his license, B felony isn't a stretch.)
What the fuck is wrong with peope?
Fun times ahead.
Y'all mind if I vent for a bit?
1Subliterate Buffooery of the right...
Literate Ignorance of the left...
We Are So Screwed
Literate Ignorance of the left...
We Are So Screwed