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There was a rabbit. He was running around in Koreatown, Los Angeles, where I was teaching English as as Second Language.

It was July 9th, ten months after my father, Bill Mahan, died.  July 9th happened to be Bill’s  birthday.

I saw all of the students, of every level, yelling in their native language and running around in circles in ninety degree heat.

It was lunchtime, so I did not want to be the bitch teacher screaming “English, people, English!” – but I was intensely curious and needed someone to have done enough of their homework  to clue me in.

(Granted, I had purchased every student a copy of Harper Lee’s “To Kill A Mockingbird” to show them that the English language did not always translate across every state).

They were chasing a rabbit.  I knew nothing of rabbits, and I was wearing the one good pair of pants I owned.

I waded in, and saw him under the ficus, loaded for bear.  He had big teeth and an attitude.

I grabbed him, and god help me, he went quiet.  The students and other teachers were in a circle, laughing.

“Now you own him!” or “You just caught dinner!”

I knew if I brought home another animal, Tomas’s patience would wear thin.

We all got through it.

Billy “The Bullet” Mahan lived with us for about 6 years. When we decided to get out of Los Angeles for good, we had a 5-week stopover in Ojai, California.   As my faithful readers know, Bobby the Crow, Billy “The Bullet” Mahan, Vito and Vinnie the cats, Tomas and myself relaxed and gathered our wits in Ojai, and began prepping for the trip one year ago this month.

The Bullet was old, and he did not make it past the first stop over in Ojai.  He enjoyed being there for a month, and had built up quite a little fan club when people would walk by and see him in his big round pen, relaxing under the trees outside, before we would bring him in for the evening.

Local Ojai folks liked to stop at the little wooden fence and talk to him.

At dusk one night, I went out to bring him in, and he was not feeling well.  He died very suddenly about an hour later, to my shock, disbelief, and tremendous sadness.

He is buried under two huge, beautiful oak trees on the land of Lisa and John Adair.  We miss him every day.

There will never be another Bullet.

Lady? I could arrest you for hitchhiking......

"Lady? I could arrest you for hitchhiking....." .photo: Kelly Mahan Jaramillo, The Bullet

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About a year ago, I wrote that Judy Davis Farash was charging us for new carpet in her house, carpet that was so old it was disgusting. After we moved,  she listed her house, 7002 Forbes Ave, Van Nuys, Ca, with Jill Fischer properties, lauding the wonderful hardwood floors!  Pictures of the whole house – hardwood floors.

And a note – a tenant is not responsible for carpet that has not been replaced after two years – California Law.

Judy Davis Farash went to court to get what she felt was owed her, and in her injunction, was charging us for new carpet.  The court, without us there, gave here the right to get a sheriff and pull all of the money we had in our bank account to pay for said “carpet”.  The Bank was Washington Mutual, just before they bit the dust.

The small amount of money in the account was SSDI money from my car accident.  SSDI money cannot be levied, so WaMu screwed up, and so did Judy Davis Farash.

Here’s the Readers Digest version:

For the last year, her house has been for rent, touting hardwood floors.

Not long after I posted this, the house disappeared off of Jill Fischer properties.  Even if Judy Davis Farash finally rented it, Jill Fischer doesn’t seem too inclined to triumphantly post “RENTED!” on her website.

Gee, I wonder why?  Maybe Jill Fischer does not want to be associated with the type of landlord who routinely screws her tenants.

We have all of the documentation in order, and a lawyer on standby.  If we choose, we can haul Judy Davis Farash and her husband Martin J. Farash into court, proving that they falsified documents for the courts to get into our bank accounts.  

The courts don’t like to be lied to, kids.  Keep that in mind if you try to pull another nasty, vindictive move like the last one.  

We are so sorry that our legal rebuttal outlined in great detail every issue that you, as a landlord, were neglecting,  to the point where your house was becoming hazardous to live in. Yes, once it is public record, if you do not fix the problem, the next tenant could sue your pants off.  So you finally had to spend money and  bring your house up to code. Guess what, hon?  Not. Our. Problem. Deal with it.

Below is the picture of the living room as it was listed on Jill Fischer Properties.  Se the $2,800 dollar carpet she was charging us for?

Ahem.

And the worst part of the saga – Judy Davis Farash and Martin J. Farash are therapists. Judy does not act like a normal landlady – she is very sweet and chummy, giving new tenants a “Welcome to your new home” plant, sending a Christmas gift every year, will counsel you to “take some time off,’  – it seems really nice at first, but as a tenant, you slowly start to realize that it is blurring the lines between ‘friend’, ‘therapist’ and ‘landlord’. Once you start feeling how inappropriate her behavior is,  it starts getting creepy, especially when your first year is up, and she decides to blindside you and jack the rent up 27%.

 She will not tell you this when you first move in, and it was not in the rental agreement we signed – unfortunately, she is allowed by law to do it, and she is not about to give you a heads up that she will.

A friend of mine recently drove by the house, and notice two cars in the driveway, and no “For Rent” sign.  Looks like it finally rented.  

My sympathy goes out to the new people.

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