Surviving Kyle

This is the first post of my blog,  and the Title will require a bit of explanation: My friend Scott and I  were stranded after a series of health crises he suffered.  Taking care of Scott became a full time job for me,  but I  was not getting paid for it,  so we were stranded and broke.  MDC put us up in a hotel for the last several weeks of April 2015, and we moved into Unit A of the Duplex owned by Kyle G.  Torgerson,  (landlord)  and managed by his property manager Katie Howard,  who  identified herself as the head Broker of Parkwood Management.
On the first day there I  immediately pointed out to Katie that there was a serious problem. If there was a fire,  Scott might have a terrible time escaping from it if the front door was compromised,  because the only other escape route was  a bedroom window.  Scott is morbidly obese and had recently had a hip replacement.  He is still unable to balance and walk properly on the new hip.  He uses a walker or cane to get around.  The window was problematic as an escape,  because I  didn't know if he could get out of it. But there were other issues surrounding this problem.  Assuming he could make it into the backyard, Scott would find himself in an enclosed space with no way out. The backyard is very narrow, and,  for some peculiar reason,  Kyle had padlocked and bolted the gate to the backyard shut from the outside.  We were not given keys.  Therefore,  if Scott and I  escaped the fire into the backyard,  we would be trapped there,  very close to the burning house,  with  no way out.
Katie literally ignored my comments on this vital issue,  and neither Joan nor Katie answered my questions. I  was left stranded with grave concerns.
Other parts of the units were set up with this same peculiar strategy. Kyle also had a code to a lock that kept us from seeing,  or having access to,  the fuse box and water heater. These became issues later,  as you will see. The first point I  want to make is that the units locked the Tenants out of certain  areas,  which forced the Tenants to contact the owner/landlord in the event of emergencies,  because Parkwood Management never provided us with any other phone number,  Katie routine lied about or denied reasonable repairs,  and Kyle was always willing  to ride in and save the day,  like a carpentry capable white Knight.  The only problem was that Kyle expected something extra for his efforts. That 'something extra' will become clear as I continue.
The first week there,  as we moved in,  I  kept smelling fire.  I called Katie,  and (instead of sending an electrician or someone who was trained to assess the situation) she came out herself.  She said the fire smell was coming from a creosote buildup in the dryer hose, but that was not a fire hazard,  so there was nothing  to worry about.  If you are reading this blog and you recognize how stupid and incompetent that sounds,  and how dangerous her ignorance was to us,  you will be amazed at the width,  depth and breadth of her stupidity and incompetence as this blog continues,  because,  from beginning to end,
Katie Howard was wrong about everything she said,  and caustic to anyone who had actual facts on their side.
Next: How I met Kyle: