Friday, September 29, 2006
LAWYERS, GUNS, AND MONEY
Two months ago, Smoke and Mirrors moved to a new facility in Williamsburg. Chris and I were very excited, we spend a lot of money building out our new space, and new horizons were beckoning.
Then the shit hit the fan.
We didn't do our due diligence. We moved in without a lease into a space we hadn't researched. Had we spent a little more time looking into it we would have found that there were eviction proceedings against our 'landlord'.
We should have smelled a rat when the 'landlord' refused to give us a receipt for the cash deposit he demanded.
We should have been convinced of some funny business from the get-go, but we were excited, and yes, naive.
Six weeks into our new arrangement, the federal marshal showed up and sealed the building, delivering it, and all our gear, into the hands of the buildings owner.
Our 'landlord' hadn't been paying his rent.
Our 'landlord' had made a deal with a gentleman who is currently serving an eleven year sentence.
We stepped in some serious shit.
Two weeks later, after retaining a lawyer, a deal seems to have been worked out that will allow us to enter the building and take our gear.
Then it's time for another move.
Yay!
Two months ago, Smoke and Mirrors moved to a new facility in Williamsburg. Chris and I were very excited, we spend a lot of money building out our new space, and new horizons were beckoning.
Then the shit hit the fan.
We didn't do our due diligence. We moved in without a lease into a space we hadn't researched. Had we spent a little more time looking into it we would have found that there were eviction proceedings against our 'landlord'.
We should have smelled a rat when the 'landlord' refused to give us a receipt for the cash deposit he demanded.
We should have been convinced of some funny business from the get-go, but we were excited, and yes, naive.
Six weeks into our new arrangement, the federal marshal showed up and sealed the building, delivering it, and all our gear, into the hands of the buildings owner.
Our 'landlord' hadn't been paying his rent.
Our 'landlord' had made a deal with a gentleman who is currently serving an eleven year sentence.
We stepped in some serious shit.
Two weeks later, after retaining a lawyer, a deal seems to have been worked out that will allow us to enter the building and take our gear.
Then it's time for another move.
Yay!
Comments:
Again, I'm sorry you guys have got to go through all this crap. i hope the rescue mission goes well and all of your gear is returned to you in good shape.
I think someone is in need of a serious ASS-kicking. The "landlord" needs to be drawn & quartered.
# posted by 
: 7:32 PM
: 7:32 PM
I concur.
As a side note, it wasn't a federal marshal, just a marshal, but she didn't look much like Wyatt Earp.
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As a side note, it wasn't a federal marshal, just a marshal, but she didn't look much like Wyatt Earp.
