The great and powerful landlord – plus new neighbors

As far as I know, I have a landlord. Every month I send a rent check, two weeks late, to a person. The check definitely gets cashed, generally resulting in a massive overdraft fee. At one point while in Chicago I got a call from a medical supply store that turned out to be my landlord telling me that my check bounced. The voice was certainly pissed.

Other than that – nope. He’s a mystery. Don’t know his name, what he looks like, or what he actually does. I didn’t have heat for an entire winter. I don’t have a number where I can contact him – let alone a maintenance man.

This is what I think he might look like

hmm…that looks a bit like Johnny Cash during the end days. Failure.

Let’s try that again:

IGNORE THE MAN BEHIND THE CURTAIN THAT CALLS YOU FROM A MEDICAL SUPPLY STORE!

However, I know he isn’t an illusion. My landlord is a man of flesh and blood. I know this because sometimes he leaves me gifts outside my door.

I wonder what he is trying to to tell me?

Evidently a furrier new tenant has also moved in recently.