I read about a wild party that brought the police in the local community newspaper that sounded like at my duplex. Sure enough, it was mine. The story was about a week old and both sides were vacant. I had been harrassing them about the rent for a while. They left about 6 big trashbags full of hardcore (for the early 80's) magazines. These magazines could have paid me rent for a few months. The place was also so full of fleas even I could hardly stand to be there.
A few years later, I was working for a managment company. We had 3 properties and over 1500 units. I was doing a walk through on a move out and found candel wax in a closet at least 4 feet high where somekind of ritual had been practiced. SPOOKY
On a recent flip, I found an undeveloped roll of film hidden in an air duct along with a pocket knife. I tried to get it developed thinking I might be able to help solve a murder or something. We could see something on a few pictures. But, couldn't make anything out. I gave it to the police.
My most recent rehab is for a house I will live in. The attick is full of college stuff and prints of properties in the county from the previous owner's attorney daughter. I think they also put the empty box that every little knickknack they ever bought up there too. Otherwise, the house was the cleanest I have ever started a rehab with.
Don
