That's the first, large title on the front page of the Boston Globe today.
Yesterday, I made an appointment to look at an apartment in Everett. When the person who showed me the apartment got there, he drove up in a car with the license plate D903. He showed me apartment #32. I asked if there were other apartments available; he said there weren't.
This is how I got evicted from my apartment at Braintree Village. I had 3 months to find another place to live. There is no way to get a place to live about whose address nobody could make a code interpretation. Also, many people stopped the email conversation once I said my name. Of those who didn't stop the email or phone conversation, a high percentage of the men who wanted to talk to me and show me an apartment seemed like people from whom I shouldn't rent.
Copyright L. Kochman, September 17, 2014 @ 1:37 p.m./edited @ 1:38 p.m.
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