Liplovinman
who knows?
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The house was a nightmare, teetering on the edge of "raise it for firewood" and "its got nice bones". Everywhere Evan looked, he was looking at dollars, Unfortunately he was looking at dollars just to look at more. Cracked foundation, two major fissures that he had seen coming up the front walk. A roof that needed attention immediately, as it was apparent there were animal living in the deserted space that might fight he and his crew for the place. Looking at the exterior of the entrance, the door and sill, both windows, new decking and supports, the steps to the porch were rotting as it seemed was the house itself. He'd purchased the house for back taxes, and honestly, if he raised the place and walked away, he could get his money back from the lot. He wasn't about breaking even however, and if he could save any of the house, he could stand to make more than double his investment.
Walking into the open space, he felt some of the history that surrounded him, the badly blackened copper ceiling inserts, the beautiful arches and what was left of chair rails and crown molding. There was enough to get a sense of how grant this house had been before it had lost it's battle with age and disrepair. Evan had pulled as much public information as possible prior to his purchase. He should have feared the past 15 years of rental history, but a gamble and intuition were all he had on his side. He began making a list, estimating costs and as it grew, his nerves were exposed a bit more with each line items that ate up his cash reserve.
"This place will be the death of me, if I let it..."
Evan had not heard anyone enter, hadn't anticipated any company. His team was due on Monday, which gave him two days to work out his plan and finances. What he had seen on the exterior was already a known quantity, his pride was taking surprise after surprise. He hadn't measured his conversation, muttering to himself, he hadn't expected that he would be overheard.
Walking into the open space, he felt some of the history that surrounded him, the badly blackened copper ceiling inserts, the beautiful arches and what was left of chair rails and crown molding. There was enough to get a sense of how grant this house had been before it had lost it's battle with age and disrepair. Evan had pulled as much public information as possible prior to his purchase. He should have feared the past 15 years of rental history, but a gamble and intuition were all he had on his side. He began making a list, estimating costs and as it grew, his nerves were exposed a bit more with each line items that ate up his cash reserve.
"This place will be the death of me, if I let it..."
Evan had not heard anyone enter, hadn't anticipated any company. His team was due on Monday, which gave him two days to work out his plan and finances. What he had seen on the exterior was already a known quantity, his pride was taking surprise after surprise. He hadn't measured his conversation, muttering to himself, he hadn't expected that he would be overheard.
