I decided to let everything at the house cool down and went home to Indiana for the weekend.  On Sunday, my friend Lauren, who was planning to look for housing in Chicago on Monday, was staying at the house with me.  When we arrived at the house, I joked, “well the cops aren’t here, so that’s a good sign.”  I was then informed that I in fact had just missed the police.  James had looked out his window to find Gary climbing into his (James’s) car and taking photos.  James called the police, and they arrived to arrest him for trespassing.  At this point Gary locked himself in his office, and refused to open the door.

Before anyone asks, I have no idea why Gary was taking these photos.

Earlier, I had learned that I needed a rental receipt from Gary for work.  I finally saw Gary outside of his office smoking a cigarette, so I asked him about the rental receipt.  He told me what a good tenant I was, and that he would be happy to get it for me.  Mid-conversation, the police came back.  Gary politely excused himself from the conversation, and ran to his office door with the police in pursuit.  He was able to get inside and get the door locked.

Amazingly, this actually works.  The police ended up leaving in about 15-20 min.  Next time I get pulled over, I’m refusing to roll down the window until they go away.

Finally, at 3am, Lauren and I hear screaming from downstairs.  It would appear that James and Gary are still talking on the phone, and Gary is screaming “YOU’RE A COWARD! YOU’RE A FUCKING COWARD!”  We decide to let this one alone and try to sleep through it.