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(I was originally typing this up for 1160, decided to make it its own thread.)
On December 12th, 2011, I moved into this house at 3901 Grant Street, Weirton WV 26062. So now I have been here for 8 months. I lived with my parents before this and worked on music all the time, and was generally happy. I didn't have a care in the world, I don't care that I don't make a lot of money doing music (read: not enough to cover food for a day, nowhere close to rent). Making music makes me happy and that's what I have focused the biggest part of my life on. So I was perfectly happy where I was.
My grandma calls and says that because nobody lives in this house (which I'm currently in) the insurance inspector or whoever the hell showed up and took away her insurance because the place isn't lived in. The grass was high, there was a tree growing against the house, etc. So she asked if I could move into the house and take care of it so she can get the insurance back. I was excited about moving here because it would mean I had slightly more privacy to work on music on my own, maybe do some growling and screaming. (This was before I knew the neighbors had like 7 kids and lived 5 feet away). So I move in, the house has insurance, somehow the bills are lower than they were when the house was just sitting with nobody in it. Dad changed the front lock on the way home from work once to give me a new deadbolt and a couple keys. I've lived here alone with no guests for 8 months, though I did offer to put Demonstray up for December 2012 to make MAGFest more comfortable to trek to (and to get most of a month of Demonstray all to myself).
I signed up for Comcast starter business internet, because despite making almost nothing with music, I still consider it a business. Why not. I used the name I came up with in 2005 and named the house "Shrouded Studio" and even added it to Foursquare.
As some of you might know, my uncle passed away on June 4th. This section of our family was very close and that has been the hardest experience of my life. That was my grandma's son who owns the house, and he was an accountant who handled all of her banking, taxes, etc, she pretty much took advantage of him just like she does to my mom and I guess she did to me with this house. Now his passing has caused her to be a little more crazy than she was previously, which was a fucking lot to begin with. I've got stories... but that's irrelevant unless someone wants me to share. She started calling my mom a couple months ago, saying "I'm going to make up a lease for him to sign." She says she wants me to take care of the grass at this house for the lease, sure, fine. She also wants me to cut the grass and take care of her other house an hour away. No. I will not sign such a lease. Not unless I was also living in that house which is impossible because I am one person, or if I owned the house.
So now she calls my mom and says basically, "Tell Brandon I'm coming up to the house. I'm not telling you when. This, this, and this had better be clean and grass cut."
And for the record, "This, this, and this" was filthy and in horrible condition when I moved in and I cleaned it. That's such a dick thing to even say.
So now on top of the stress of not having time to finish all these musical projects for people, I now have to try to finish something like 15 remixes and a whole album of vocals (for which I'd be paid $200) by September, which is supposedly when she would show up. Who's to say she won't show up on Monday? Or in a week? Just kidding, no way am I making 15 remixes in August. Hopefully at least 1 or 2. And if I move back with my parents it should be fine, I made probably 70 remixes while I was living there.
My grandpa (who divorced her years ago -- totally forgiven when I was younger, fully understood as I got older
) has a "girl friend" who he says will clean the whole house, all the nooks and crannies for $30. My mom thinks it'd a good idea which just blows my mind because I never would have expected her to be cool with something like that. So I guess that's gonna happen. Over the 8 months I've lived in 4 rooms, Living room, kitchen, bathroom, and the smallest bedroom. There are about 7 other rooms I didn't even touch because I had no reason to. I have 1/4 gallon of vodka and one pack of cigarettes and then I am quitting both for the foreseeable future, had already quit drinking but the bottle needs to be out of the house and it'll only take one day (probably as soon as I posted this) to finish it off. Quitting smoking will probably make me super irritable for a while but eh. I was actually planning to do it anyway. Now I have good reason and enforcement not to get more when this pack is gone.Ren and Zut are currently with my parents.
I was depressed before June began. Now life can just go fuck itself.
Does anyone have any advice, do I have any rights??
