When I rented an apartment in downtown Los Angeles around 2008, it had a 40′ long ribbon window facing West 6th Street, and I slept in it without any furniture the first night. The trees outside projected on to the insides of the entire empty apartment, from the Home Depot parking lot lights.
Just that one night.
The next morning, a tree trimming crew came and severely pruned the trees. I complained to the building management person, Louie. He told me a dentist wanted the space below and was installing a big sign.
I got the best of them though, when I moved out, and handed the key to a Jazz singer, without properly vetting her. I got some indication of how it would go when her checks started bouncing.
I got a call at some point (I was back in Las Vegas already) from Louie, telling me I needed to get my “girlfriend” out of the space. I told Louie she was the new tenant that I had found for him. Supposedly her “boyfriend” was raising a bunch of rabbits in the space, I didn’t actually see this…
eventually, I “won” in court because Louie had fucked up the lease term on the application by defining it as one (negative) day rather than one year…lol
Pi-Des 