re: Seattle homeowner lives in a van while delinquent tenant lists rental on Airbnb

Maybe some idiots just aren't cut out to be landlords.

I've read through most of the thread and just don't see how any competent person allows someone to just take their house. If you don't know what you are doing just stay out of grown up business.

The only good news for Jason is if it's listed on airbnb it's not completely destroyed

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OK. So, not only is he not paying me, but he’s generating an income through the basement Airbnb unit, and meanwhile, I’m having to pay the utilities for that unit,” said Jason.

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Stop paying the utilities and see how long they like living with no power, heat, or water.

I look forward to the day it finally all comes crashing down

No doubt he has insurance on the house. I would burn the house down. Blame the renter collect insurance. Do it while renter is inside, hopefully you rid the world of this person. Take insurance money and then on top of that sell the lot and move away from there.

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No doubt he has insurance on the house. I would burn the house down. Blame the renter collect insurance. Do it while renter is inside, hopefully you rid the world of this person. Take insurance money and then on top of that sell the lot and move away from there.

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I mean any idiot can get away with arson, right?

Burn the house down with the renter in it. Collect insurance.

I can't process this situation.

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I’m having to pay the utilities for that unit,”

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frick this. Stop paying, no utilities, they will not be able to offer it as a B&B.

If its my shite, I don't give a frick what the law says. There is no way in hell I would live in my van because some people decide to take over my place, rent it out while I pay utilities. If anything, look for someone who could take care of them for you. If that is what it would take. I'd rather get caught and go to jail than to have live in a van because someone took over my house.

Try to put antifreeze in something they will consume.. Someone out there would be willing to break in their house and put rat poison in something they eat. I would have no remorse over people like that. Put on a hoodie, sweat pants, hunting mask, long sleeve shirt under hoodie, gloves, and do a few things that will show qualities you really don't have. Get shoes 2 sizes larger than you wear. Take it a step further. Get some black boots, put like some type of blocks on the bottom that's about 2 inches spray pant them black just to alter your height. I'd rather be 5'8 when they are looking for a guy thats around "almost 6' tall".

Park your van somewhere where no one will see it in the area, walk there. That's your alibi. Leave your cellphone at home. But I am not letting people push me out of my own shite and then use it as their own business..

I was in Seattle in August and I was interested in what Seattle was like in the 90s and I came across this post and found it interesting. The bolded parts especially.

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I came of age in Seattle in the 1990’s. I had just graduated from Chief Sealth High School in 1990. The following year, they had a gang unit paddy wagon at many of the high schools because the trendy effects of the films such as Colors glorified the inner city gangster life. Being a fake gangster was fashionable for a few years in the 1990’s.

I entered the University of Washington in the fall of 1990. I knew students from different high schools that entered with grade point averages between 3.00 to 3.4 and SAT scores between 1080 to 1300, which would be shocking today. Generation X was such a tiny cohort that the entering class at the UW was one of the smallest in quite a while. Universities across the system also had much lower admission statistics. USC, UCLA, Berkeley, Davis were all within range if a student had a B+ average and around an 1150 on the SATs. Even if a person was rejected at the UW, the transfer agreement from a community college guaranteed admission if your transfer GPA was at least a 2.75. The worst that could happen if they had no room was you would have to wait one or two quarters to be admitted.

Tuition was just around $635 per quarter while that same amount was for the entire year at a community college. Medical and law school had graduate school rates at $3500 a year. The most expensive textbook was the year long calculus sequence at $125. A person working part time at the minimum wage of $5.15 in 1991 could easily pay for expenses and still have money left over. Rooms in the University District were around $180–230 per month while 2 bedroom apartments at the Malloy down the street from Schmidt Hall on 15th Avenue NE were $695 in 1992, which was considered expensive. The venerable Wilsonian apartments near 50th and University Way were a staggering $795 for a 2 bedroom in 1997. Harbor Steps on 1st avenue was $635 for a studio in 1996 and topped out at $1700 for a penthouse apartment.


Indian Buffets were $4.99 in 1991 while a drink at a bar was $5 for a double shot of top shelf liquor until about 1998. Bottomless champagne bruches were everywhere at $8-20. A porterhouse steak with baked potato at the Metropolitan Grill was just under $50 in 1998. Students never had any money issues because financial aid, even the Perkins loan was more than enough. Sadly, limits now were the same back then. The Last Exit, Arnold's, and Jensen the jewelry store were still around. There were a few teenagers that pretended to be homeless on University Way. In fact, it was illegal to sleep in a tent. I know because I tried in 1995 in Ravenna Park.

Allen Library was almost complete in 1990. Paul Allen's mother had just died recently. The U Pass was an orange paper card in 1990 then became a plastic card later. You registered for classes and checked for grades using the STAR automated system on the telephone. There were vending machine style IBM selectric typewriters on the lower floor of Suzzallo library. Next to each typewriter was a contraption that accepted quarters. Each coin allowed the machine to work for 20 minutes. Course Syllabi were available at the HUB copy center.

Real Estate was a mere pittance. There were 2 bedroom Capitol Hill condos for around $75,000 and I saw a tiny co-op for $35,000. The most expensive houses were under $2 million. You could buy a house for as low as $90,000, even Queen Anne had houses for under $200,000. A brand new house in West Seattle with 2100 square feet and a 2 car garage was about $145,000. The main drag of Alki facing the water still had the original shoebox houses that would sell for under $175,000. A 1200 square foot house in Fremont was $275,000 in 1999 and Magnolia as well. I remember a mathematics and history professor who each separately lived near Northgate Mall. Nowadays, that would be an impossibility. In 1995, a small studio at Seattle Heights in Belltown was $75,000. The Montreux in 1998 was $85,000 while Colonial Pacific on 1st by the exit into downtown near the Seattle Art Museum in 1990 was $99,000. Newmark Tower on 2nd was $140,000 for a one bedroom in 1992. Hammering Man by the way was new in 1991


The tech of the 90’s was telemarketing. I worked part time for Time Life Libraries in 1995. I averaged about $450 per week working 28 hours. Phone rooms were everywhere from timeshares to dating services. I knew some people that earned $30,000+ doing this line of work. A high school teacher could still buy a house within the city limits while an assistant manager at Burger King could buy a 2 bedroom condo with a $32,000 salary in 1990. Mortgage rates however were around 8%. Also, such a position would be competitive to acquire, unlike now where even a store manager position is relatively easy to acquire.

I used to go to the Frontier Room on 1st Avenue and Ernie's on Broadway. There were so many dive bars like these that no longer exist. Well drinks were $2–2.50 a shot. The Frontier Room had a greasy bacon burger with fries for under $4. On weekends, some men's urinals had vomit from the stiff drinks. The Crocodile had bands that are now a part of history. I saw the drummer for Pearl Jam relaxing with a drink at the Re Bar.

Downtown was still littered with a few porno theaters, older regular movie theaters like United Artists($2 movies), pawn shops to fence stolen items like Liberty Loans on 1st and Pike, and porn/ video game arcades. One of the most infamous was the Midtown Theater on 1st Avenue. In its heyday it played first run porno films. By the time I came around, it still played porno classics but was a place for people to have sex. The Embassy where the Wild Ginger is today degraded to playing 3 porn videos on the big screen for the admission price of $10. I caught my first showing in high school because at the time they just didn't care about admitting minors.

Lou's Arcade where Deja Vu is today across from the Pike Place market had private booths and rooms. Patrons and sex workers would be separated by a glass partition. I remember going into a room that had a box next to a solid metal window. The metal covered the actual glass window. I placed a couple quarters into a metal vending box next to the window. It caused the metal portion to raise, revealing the glass window. Behind it were several naked women. One woman proceeded to my window then she placed a finger in her vagina. She proceeded to streak her juicy finger onto the window. After less than 80 seconds, the metal portion lowered. As I stepped out of the booth, one of the other workers who had just completed her shift now fully clothed asked if I liked the show. We both laughed.

SEATTLE will never be like this again….

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Enter the premises with a plan to evict by any means necessary. Problem solved.