That's a picture from today of one of the many Cuddl Duds ads that are at the Downtown Crossing train station. I HATE all of those ads, which I have said before.
The day that I was evicted, the lawyer for the property management told the judge that other tenants were afraid of me, which was a lie. The entire case that the property management brought against me was based on the idea that I was delusional and therefore dangerous. At the second court hearing, they had even asked the judge to restrict me from being able to go to the property management's office, and they got that. Everything that the property management did was abusive, everything it said was a lie, and all of it was part of the property management's attempt to make it seem as if I were crazy. During all of the time that the property management was abusing me and then evicting me, I continued to pay my portion of the rent and the voucher paid the rest of it; the property management got all of its money while treating me horribly.
The eviction letter that the law firm that represents that property management wrote and had delivered to me at the mental hospital where the property management had me committed before it started eviction proceedings said that my having asked the property management if there were cameras in my apartment was a lease violation.
When the illegal videos, filmed with hidden cameras all over the apartment, that the property management or its maintenance department got of me from the beginning to the end of my tenancy, and which the conglomerate managed to get live from the apartment somehow and for which it used its interpretations to torture me every day that I lived there, are all over the Internet, will I be blamed for that, also?
I never changed my clothes, took a shower or used the toilet in that apartment without turning off the lights in the bathroom and putting a towel at the bottom of the door so that no light from the apartment could get into the bathroom. I don't know how many times the conglomerate and anyone else who was watching saw me contemplate suicide in that apartment, but that never stopped the abuse or the accusations that this is something that I asked for or something that I deserve. Everything that I did in that apartment that was an attempt not to be totally defeated by the conglomerate's rapacious, homicidal bullying was interpreted by the conglomerate as an excuse to continue to abuse me.
Not one person tried to tell me where the cameras were so that I could get them out or cover them; all of the people who had my phone and computer hacked were too busy using me as a free dating service to tell me that.
Copyright L. Kochman, January 19, 2016 @ 6:31 p.m.
