| My journey into anarchy |
| Day 1: May 03, 2004 Today i have learned that my rent was not due two days ago, on the first as it has usually been. In fact, the due date on the rent has been pushed back indefinately. How is this possible? The manager of my apartment complex has gone MIA. My roomate, Victor, was informed of this only this morning from one of our neighbors. Victor then informed me. Apparently some people have tried to contact the owners of the property, but were unsuccessful in their efforts. I, of course, have no desire to contact anyone about this, due to the fact that i can barely afford living here in the first place. I suppose i dont blame the manager, Lynn, for leaving. While she does seem like a nice woman, i had no idea how she put up with her job managing this shithole in the first place. Lynn is not a very intimidating person at all, and it would seem that her job was a bit too much to handle, But look at what she had to deal with. Just recently the apartment complex lost its hot water, the security gate in front of the building has been broken for a month or two now, the prperty is in dissaray, and parking is horrible. Not to mention the overwhelming surplus of shady characters who reside here. For now, the complex has lost its meager leadership and we have all fallen into a state of anarchy. People have been parking where they shouldnt have before but it will be interesting to see how our complex full of miscreants holds up with its lack of any sort of government or authority structure. Our mailbox has been damaged and doesnt close, and i fear my identity will soon be stolen. But through all of this, my spirits remain high, despite the fact that the water temperature of my showers remains low. -Endo the anarchist. |
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| Day 2: May 4, 2004 The hot water came back today, but only after i took an ice cold shower. Conditions here are improving; just this morning someone took the liberty of cutting the lawns on the property, which hadnt been kept in a month or so. Perhaps the owners of the complex have heard the cry for help. More information about the situation has come to light. As it turns out, the lack of rent is not only because of a missing manager. Due to the poor living conditions we have experienced here, the residents have pooled together to form a rent strike. This is quite impressive, because despite the seemingly careless and uncivilized demeanor of most residents here, we are socially concious enough to realize we are being robbed of the rights we have paid for. Right on. Fuck the man. My spirits are renewed, and yet my hopes are beggining to dwindle. With the improved living conditions might come rent again. And i hate paying rent. Oh well, we shall see what happens. Lynn still remains missing so for now my finances remain stable. I will report back soon. Fight the power. -Endo the anarchist Day 4: May 6, 2004: Paranoia has begun to sink in. Heavily. This morning i could no longer stand the broken mailbox. I went out to check on it. It is still broken but in some new strange way. It cannot open now, even with the key. It appears that someone has fixed the locking mechanism from the INSIDE somehow, because the bar securing the door from the inside has been fastened to the point where it will not move despite the turning of the metal it is attatched to. Well at least my identity is safe. However, a whole new issue arrises. On the way to the mailbox i saw that the rental office was open. And i overheard people inside speaking. I dared not look in because i still havent paid the rent and if in fact the elusive Lynn had returned then she would have surely recognized me and demanded the rent. So for now i am at an impass. Clearly i need to talk to someone about the mailbox as i cannot fix it myself. But doing so might end up costing me 425 dollars. Which i barely have. I have food for now, but i am still in desperate need of money. I am afraid that bill collectors will soon be calling and i will have to tell them my mailbox is broken, as my knees will be after they get through with me, they will reply. Anarchy is tough buisness. Especially since i seem to be the only one doing it. -Endo the anarchist Final Entry: June 1, 2004: Well a lot has happened since i last updated this my anarchist journal. I have since paid the rent. I kinda had to. In one horrible day the expirement completely backfired very badly. I hadnt left the house in a few days and i had planned to go put my car in my name at long last. I opened the door and bad thing #1 happened. A little note had been taped to my door, stating in no unclear language that my rent was quite overdue. This was very true as it was about the 10th of May by this time. So i took note of it and set out to my car. This is when bad thing #2 happened. It seems that sometime while i was inside my apartment cowering, someone had broken into and effectively burglarized my car. The inside was in dissaray and they had taken my fuzzy dice, my skull shifter, a brand new cd deck Lindsay gave me that hadnt been installed yet, the clicker for the electronic gate of our apartment complex that doesnt even work, and my car manual. The battery was dead and all the doors were unlocked. This was obviously not a good thing. So after a few hours on the phone with insurance people and triple A and after a nice police officer came by my house (who happened to notice a few stolen city signs that were posted in the living room i had forgotten about but was cool about it) i had a truck come over and give me a jump. So at least the car worked. By this time the DMV was closed anyways and it had been a long day. The next day i went to pay the rent and it turned out there was a 75 dollar late fee on the rent. Figures. Even anarchy has its price. Anyways i paid the damn rent and decided its time to peace the hell out of this shit town. Which is exacly what im doing. This weekend i have plans to move back up north and to home in the east bay where i belong. |
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| So long Riverside, you stupid shit town. I hope you burn to the ground and take all your damn friends with you |
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