Two people argue over who has the right to stay in a house. One claims they own the lease and have asked the other to leave; the other insists their Texas ID proves they live there and refuses to go. The exchange gets heated fast.
So what's the fucking deal? Our goal here is to remediate this situation. I don't care about your goals. It's not your house. You've been asked to leave.
I'm not leaving. Sorry about it. I have every right to be here.
Yeah. And I have proof. So do I. And I—
OK, well then I guess you're looking at your new fucking roommate, bud. This is my primary fucking address on my government-given state Texas ID.
Yeah, I know. We know all about that. OK, well, we're leaving now. What is your take here?
He's with me.
I want to work through this civilly. I don't want to take your rights away from you. You call this civil? Listen. Yes, it is. No, it's not. This is an invasion of my privacy. Okay, but I'm a leaseholder of this house. This house is now mine. Now, according to the law—