I'm a landlord. Yes, one of those sick bastards who insists on being reimbursed for years of hard work. Never mind that I work 70 hours a week; never mind that I'm on call 24 hours a day to come kill spiders and remove swollen tampons from sink drains. Never mind that a bunch of whiny-ass twentysomethings somehow feel unwarranted and undeserved entitlement to cheap rent paid weeks late, and so what if there WAS a small cigarette fire in the middle of the living room carpet, even though smoking is not allowed. After all, the rich landlord can just put new carpet in, and by god he better do it right away, because the invitations have already been sent for another kegger this weekend....

I've worked my fucking ass off and sacrificed like none of you crybabies have. I'm not gouging anyone; I'm not evicting anyone; I'm not a bad guy; I'm not getting rich -- I just want to pay my bills and have a few dollars left to pay for all the wear and tear inflicted by a bunch of lazy-ass slacker children who haven't learned the meaning of responsibility. So grow the fuck up and face reality. Either accept the fact that rent costs what it costs, or move back in with Mommy and Daddy.

-- Anonymous