My renter bailed on me yesterday. I had just gotten done cancelling the power, cable, and garbage pick-up, and so I called to tell him that he could go ahead and make the calls to get his stuff lined up. I could tell he wasn't talking too much and then he said he and his wife/girlfriend were getting back together. Why didn't he tell me when he knew? Jerk. Now I have to get rolling to find someone again, and fast.
Class, Or Lack Thereof The Dwight Vice gravestone in Oquawka, Illinois. I bring this old chestnut out every so often just to remind me that class is classless. Dwight Vice was killed in his home near Oquawka in 2001. It was one of those things that can generate crime: two guys thought Dwight had a lot of money stashed at home because of his pot-selling sideline to supplement his fishing job. Not really one of those big drug deals gone-bad things. Marijuana was, according to the trial, about the only stuff Dwight sold. But these two guys barge into the house and killed Dwight and attempted to kill his 11 year old kid, Darryl, before they took off with what money they could find. His son, now 23, was stabbed in the back and left for dead. He survived and is wheelchair bound and has undergone several surgeries to repair his wounds. He will be paralyzed for life. None of this is pleasant. Reading the f...
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