When we first moved in here, it was very difficult. We had to have perfect credit to leave a big deposit. The rental contract is about one-half inch thick. Over the three-year period we lived here, everything went downhill. The office staff was always unhelpful, but only became more so. One poor fellow was robbed at gunpoint in the elevator. Six cars were stolen from the garage one night. There were always a large group of Otis College and LMU students, but the entire building essentially became a dormitory with all the associated hijinks -- pulling fire alarms at 2 AM, urinating in the elevator, spraying fire extinguishers in the hallway, pounding rap music at all hours, leaving empty beer bottles in the sauna, urinating in the pool. One night, the kids next door got drunk and fell asleep in the bathtub with the water running. By the next morning, our living room was soaked. The stove was electric, tiny, and ancient.

At the end, they were renting to anybody. Originally, there had been restriction on the number of people living in a single unit. After awhile, it was clear that multiple families were inhabiting a single family unit. This means most of people were always milling about the hallway with rap music thumping. The professional class and young families who had originally lived there had all been replaced by compton thugs and other associated lowlifes. The weight stacks in the gym had been cracked from being repeatedly dropped. The stairmaster was almost always broken. The staff had no interest in fixing these. The BBQ's were always coated in black grease. We had a problem where one of the phone jacks had stopped working. We complained and they said to take up with the phone company, which we did and the phone company said that they only handle the lines up to the junction box. I told the leasing office this and they said it's not their problem and we would have to hire our own phone technician at our expense to fix it.

The building is vast, covering about three city blocks in one contiguous unit. Many parts are quite dark. On one side is Lincoln Boulevard, which is a major four-lane highway. The airport is less than 200 meters away. The dust from the street is thick even for the upper-level apartments. The brain-splitting roar of the airplanes is reduced somewhat by the soundproofing, but this means that you can't open the windows or patio doors. There is an open field directly west of the building. You can find abandoned cars and furniture there that has been dumped from the upper floors. A homeless man resides in one of the abandoned cars. The residents find it convenient to leave the emergency door open. The homeless urinate in the building at the foot of the open stairwell. You can find a nest of old newspaper used as bedding there. Needless to say, the leasing office was uninterested in this. The laundry facilities are always filthy and at least one of the washers consistently overflows.

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