Revival On Hayden

I’d give this dung heap ½ a star if I could, but I’ll make do. The pictures on Craigslist show a sparkling pool. I’ve lived here for a year (bye Felicia) and it looked like that for perhaps one month. They had it closed for «repairs» for five months. I use that term loosely as it was the managers brother showing up when he could manage his hangover effectively to go in the pool area for two or three hours, play with some wrenches, and disappear for another 6 weeks. The pet policy says cats… then other places it says breed restrictions apply. Personally, if the dulcet sounds of a symphony of barking from every breed ever furiously humped into existence is your *thing* then you’ve come to the right place. If it’s not, I suggest you move on because complaining to management does no good. They’re on their 3^rd management company & the onsite manager is so basic she can’t even. The outside lights are out half the time, giving the place a festive, Harlem-​esque appeal. Will you be mugged? Who knows! Guessing is half the fun!
And yes, there’s a chance you’ll get mugged. Did it happen to me? No. Why? Because I kept my ass inside the whole damn time. But that doesn’t stop the fuzz from showing up and playing «Who’s got an arrest warrant?» every other night. Between the screaming adults in the units & the kids literally throwing rocks at cars at 2300 hours, I kinda figured the cops just made this place a regular stop on their beat. Some cops stop at Starbucks, some stop at Revival.
Three weeks ago the landlord shows up with a lease renewal for me to sign… upping my rent by $ 300. I’ve never paid late, caused trouble (aside from asking that the quiet hours be respected and that things work.) I think all the flashing red and blue lights did something to her brain.
Bye Felicia.