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I Lived in That Carriage House with a Tranny Bartender

So Carolyn and her husband never did get in to see that carriage house with the garbage-filled alley. Damn shame, says one former tenant. Damn shame:

I lived in that very Carriage house. Supposedly it was Washington Irving?s house. I was there, on the ground floor for 2.5 years. I think it was during the span of 1990-1992. My lease was written in pencil on a piece of notebook paper. I paid $1100 a month (the $100 was for the illegal luxury of parking my car back there in the breezeway.) ?Annette? the tranny bartender who looked disturbingly like John Travolta and worked at DT?s Fat Cat (this I know because I was always having to find her there because gravity was not my friend when the antique plumbing acted up) anyway, she lived above me; slid in illegally (of course) on a rent control lease, and paid $100 a month. Her roommate payed her $300 a month. The owners could never get rid of her.After the jump, the only thing that kept the former renter from "pulling a nutty." "My guess is her notebook paper lease had dissolved over time, or she threatened physical abuse. The only boon that kept me from pulling a nutty when I discovered what she paid for rent was that our wiring was completely crossed, so she inadvertently got stuck paying my con-ed bill. (Actually, this was a short lived satisfaction, because she rarely paid her bills, so there was no telling when Con-Ed would shut her- which meant me off. The wiring was so before code and mixed up I couldn