Despite the rental deals lasting for three years and a day (Kidd liked to do things his way), and no written leases were ever done. And none of that seemed to matter: everything was going swimmingly until . . . Until a iend of a friend of the tenant at the posh center city condo (Kidd bought the one at the Murano, as stated above), fell over the railing during an epic rager. Before he bought the place, Kidd vaguely remembered the railing looking too low, but he was told all the railings in the city condos were like that. \"It's high enough for the average-sized Philadelphian and more aesthetically pleasing to boot,\" said the seller's agent. His own agent agreed with that assessment and so he didn't give it much more thought. Apparently the Visitor who died tragically was six feet seven inches tall and had been leaning over the railing, slightly, while consuming copious amounts of alcohol. He was also warned by the other guests, that it \"looked dangerous,\" but the victim apparently didn't heed their warnings. They all told him to leave right before the accident and some even said that the victim was upset because \"his girlfriend had just dumped him again.\" Now the tenant's family is suing Kidd individually, \"trying to take him for everything he's worth.\" They led a fraud/contract case. Kidd has already consulted with a lawyer. She claims that without the existence of a written lease, the decedent's family has no claim; in fact, in her opinion, the tenants were nothing more than trespassers, let alone that the decedent was merely a friend of a friend. The lawyer also did some research and