I've had my share of sketchy landlords. It comes with the territory when you don't want to own a place - you gamble about renting from a complete moron but always hope for a sweetheart. I've had both. I've also had a place crumble and fall apart - literally - from the month before we left it to being completely demolished the day after (this will inevitably be a later entry, the story is too good not to tell).
But this guy, Gary, from the Chicago area, just might take the cake.
Lucky for us, a ''coward queer'' by the name of Gabe blogged about it. Two weeks of weirdness and madness, drunkenness and arrests. I hope he gets his security deposit back.