As profits from the restaurant started rolling in, I offend wondered on many nights what the fuck I was still doing living in this dingy apartment. Maybe it was my past, maybe it was to keep attention from the feds off me, there were many excuses I told myself but the cash was there, all I needed was one good reason to make that jump.

As luck would have it, my wonderful landlord was having a party across the hall with my scumbag neighbor. It was past 10 and I had an important meeting with Ms. KateLogan the next morning, after listening to the loud music, the hookers, and the fights I decided to intervene. I open the door slowly, catching the attention from my landlord immediately.

"John, can you lower the music a bit?, I have an important meeting tomorrow."

He stares at me for a few moments before responding "fuck off!, its my building, were partying... don't like it get your shot and leave!."

Holding in the anger for the moment I shut the door slowly, I could hear him bragging to the hookers in the hallway. I sat and had a drink at my table and waited for the party to die down.

1:32am

The party had been over for a few minutes as people were driving off, I focused on my landlord John as he spoke with the tenant for a couple minutes before heading down to his car. I grabbed an old cord I had lying around and quietly tailed him to his car undetected. He was about to open his car door when I wrapped the cord around his neck, he immediately turned and slammed me against his car, but I held on as we both fell to the pavement. He fought and fought, kicking and fighting until he eventually stopped. Taking his keys I opened his truck and stuffed him in there, leaving him there while I proceeded to go upstairs and pack my things, leaving the piece of shit apartment behind me.

That night I found a motel and slept the remainder of the night. At 8am I had my meeting with Ms. Logan, and immediately after I went to speak with the owner of Garden Court Apartments, located at 2900 E. Jefferson Ave. It was a nine story building with 32 very large, luxurious apartments, fortunately for me there was a vacant unit located on the top floor which was perfect for me. After walking into my new place I really began to wonder what I was doing all this time, place was perfect as I could see a view of the Detroit River, and the best part was it was located fairly close to my restaurant.

There was one question I had on my mind, how long until someone discovered John in his truck?.  

As the next day approached I caught word that his body was discovered by John's girlfriend, luckily everyone was so drunk of their ass, there wasn't a single witness who could recall a confrontation. I sat back and read the KateLogan review while enjoying a cup of coffee in my new place.