Duncan Cyrus, age 20, Landlady
My first apartment. I feel peace here. It's a two bedroom and one bath with a kitchen and dining area. How do I afford it? A job of course, my parents help out, and I get discounts by supplying my landlady the necessary fulfillment.
When I first arrived to look at the apartment I admit it had me at first sight. The size, the quietness, but the price was definitely up there for a college student. The manager was definitely trying to make a sale. My parents told me if I wanted it they would help, but only putting a hundred each. My job at a local flower shop at the time allowed me a few hundred a week. The rest was knocked off by knocking off my landlady.
After the first month I knew I would have to get a new job but no one was hiring. So I had to bite the bullet until the end of the semester at least. My landlord was a bit of a dickhead to say the least. Always trying to tell me I was overdue with my payments, messed up appliances, and other stuff. The man really doesn't understand who I was born to. I made before and after of daily and weekly pictures monthly with every payment. Letters, emails, texts, and voicemails copied and printed to state I have contacted him of any problems promptly. The first month I gave him all the paperwork and he looked at me with annoyance. That's right, you try to mess with my livelihood I'll be sure to make your life hell.