….No, really, GTFO of my space….bitch.
Here’s the deal…
When you pay my rent, you can park in my space. Until then, find your own goddamn space. I pay for this one for a very specific reason: so my mother doesn’t have to walk that far from our apartment to my truck.
You don’t like the note she left on your car? Too fucking bad. You don’t like that I sent the landlord a picture of your car via text message? Oh fucking well. Ask me if I give a fuck.*
Want to know what will happen to your vehicle if it happens again?