I can't believe how much I didn't follow up on these stories. This one ended SO BADLY
I got this cheap apt. when I first moved to LA, I was living in the living room of a 2br. This little dude meets me one afternoon and shows me the place, no one is home, but it's like relatively clean and close to work, so whatever. I sign the lease, which he insists we do in the basement.
So I move in day one and the door opens and my new roommate steps in and goes, "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" and I guess the dude never told him he was renting out the living room, but everyone cooled off.
Like 3 days later I wake up to someone I've never seen POUNDING on the door. It's the landlord! Apparently the dude who showed me the place, who was sub-leasign the place, has been stealing everyone's money for months and avoiding the landlord. We're now being evicted!
So I go full Nancy Drew on this and dig up all the info I can find on the dude who sub-let me the place. I gather a dossier and I go to my new roommates and I'm like "LETS SET UP A STING". Roommate 1 goes, "Ehhhhhh I have a gun in here in case things get weird, I'd rather not talk to cops" and Roommate 2 is like "I sell some pills on the side, no cops please"
So I use my dossier to talk Arpit, the sublet dude, into giving me back all my $$$. Then one night I cone back to the apartment and it's like..... 120 degrees inside. Turns out roommate 2 had turned on the overn and opened the door to heat the apartment. He then went down the street to sell some crack, was aprehended by the cops and was unable to return to the apartment and close the oven door.
I moved out 2 days later. WHAT A MEMORY