The final straw: You take in your surroundings before knocking on the front door to get a better read on the neighborhood. It doesn't portray the classic symptoms of being a rough neighborhood per se, but the trash bags blacking out the windows are probably not a great sign. The owner finally opens the door and asks what you think about "felony flats," and you're not sure if you're supposed to laugh. You shake his hand and tell him you'll be in touch when he asks you how many months you'd like to pay for up front, in cash.
$500 - Old-school indie dudes seek rockin' roomie (Upper Division)
The appeal: The ad promises a haven for aspiring musicians, complete with a drum kit in the basement, a garage for motorcycle tinkering, and off-street parking for your old cargo van. Before showing you the room, the guy gives you a tour of the house, and mesmerizes you with origin stories of the various artifacts strewn about the place that he acquired when he "toured with Jonestown" in the late '90s. Judging by the heaps of broken guitars and empty PBR cans in the living room, these guys are obviously the real deal.