Nick has one day more before missing the 21-days he had to send us our security deposity and/or the itemized list of deductions from same.

Nick has about two weeks before I let him know he done been sued. The kindly chick at the housing advocacy organization suggested waiting a couple of weeks so the officer of the small-claims court, who may be a grumpy retired judge or some other peevish and unpredictable type, could see we’re not money-grubbing, mental cases. All nice and easy we’ll be like, judge, man, sir, whatever, um, we gave him a couple of extra weeks to do the right thing, blah fucking blah.

Meanwhile, she suggested writing a business-y cordial “reminder” about the 21 days. And, throw in the request for reimbursement on the shit he helpfully threw away BEFORE HE COULD LEGALLY RE-ENTER the dump.

Blammo, we win, because we’re sane. Admittedly, it’s a relative scale which Nick skews completely hard by the nutty side.