Attention, Deadbeat ex-housemate. You have not been responding to my emails about when you're going to finally start paying me all that back rent (and that $1000 phone bill) you owe me from starting from October 2001.
Being five years later, I might normally let this go, but you were a pretty crappy housemate: you almost never helped with chores, often insulted me in front of my friends (and who knows what you said behind my back) and that incident with the con man has not been forgotten. I am left with no option except to use my considerable Googlejuice to make it so that the number one Google result for your name is also the number one result for the phrase "deadbeat ex-housemate". Since you work in the field of computers, I trust that have this Google stigma will inspire you to take some fiscal responsibility and start writing cheques. This Googlebombing will stop when the cheques -- certified cheques, you little rat-bastard -- start coming in.
To my readers: this Googlebombing will be annoying, so I promise that any such post like this will be accompanied by an interesting or amusing picture. I'll mark this post, which could be the first of many, with a very amusing and psychedelic animated graphic of Christopher Walken floating through space:
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-- The Wife.
Dude, I wonder if he skipped to avoid paying you!?!
The bad news is that your legal remedy for the phone bill is likely exhausted as the Limitations Act, 2002 specifies that you have two years from date of discovery to initiate an action. The limitation for rent is generally longer (six years from date of discovery, I think, under the Real Property Limitations Act, 1990). Take all this with a small grain of salt, as I am not a lawyer so you should check this all out with someone trained and licensed in the craft.
Good luck on recovery, though.
s.24(5) of the new Limitations Act reads: If the claim was discovered before the effective date (of Jan. 1, 2004), the former limitation period (before this new law in 2004) applies.
Arguably, the former 6 yr. period applies here. You've got 1 yr., more or less, to file your Statment of Claim Small Claims Court. File the claim, get judgment & then garnish him at work, at his bank until you get paid. Even if he's a deadbeat. There's my pro bono work for the day.
With sweet sentiments always,
Nick, your asshole friend
Next week, I'm gonna use the same technique to get my wife to put out ;-)
Is it too late to ask how in the world you let this guy run up $6k on you in the first place? The first couple grand didn't trigger somethin? Ahh, youth.