Anyway... I am not writing this story to blame the squatters, but to offer an opportunity to rethink where Squatter's rights start and end.
Frankie Walton is my squatter. Yes, my squatter, indeed. All my neighbors call him/her "your Frankie."
Frankie Walton is living in my Detroit house for 7 months without paying any money, without paying any utility bills. There are over $1,000 unpaid utility bills but I can't shut off gas, power, or water because my squatter Frankie is living there.
Frankie Walton is a professional squatter and knows well how to harass and intimidate the property owner- most of all, how to use the police against the property owner (I'll tell you the detailed story). My battle is a true nightmare and it's my wish that there must be no more victims. I want to share my experience with you of how my squatter Frankie Walton is living over 7 months there and how I cope with his/her challenge. Oh... by the way... I still don't know Frankie Walton's gender. Frankie is acting like a woman when s/he needs, but is acting like a man when he destroys and knocks down the property. Most of all, my Frankie is sometime urinating outside the property in male position. But the police told me that s/he is legally female because his/her driver's license is marked as female. Anyway... why bother. Frankie is still a man to me.
Frankie moved into this house late January 2012. Yes. January 2012 was the start point of this story.
My squatter Frankie Walton sitting on my porch!
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