Friday, February 10, 2017
The Language Market
Real Estate or
a Wondrous Sense of Wonder
(+ Entitlement?)
Just Propulsive, Really
Cliff and Marie bought
the Chalet Model.
Actually, not much bigger
than their old studio apartment.
"I'm wondering where we'll put
all our shit," wondered she.
"Toss half. Any half."
"Why do they call it that?"
"Why do they call anything anything?"
Labels: exaggeration, marketing, Middle Class, pretense, Real Estate, selling
Saturday, November 16, 2013
All in the wrist!
Various Cons
Wristy had real estate schemes we turned off on.
As everything he promoted, the Devil lurked in the
details. And he was the Devil.
We just knew he was flipping properties wholesale.
So effectively that he bought a special edition
Infinity. Only thirty made.
The “Wristy” came from his claim about golf, that it
was all in the wrist.
Our good player claimed that it wasn't and never
was, but such never deterring Wristy.
Oh well, loud nights at sports bars to help spend youth!
No foul no harm.
Comes the Crash and he's quickly underwater, with
a huge inventory. But, not to worry, he's sent to prison
before he's ruined.
Some non real estate pipedream he concocted with
a junior banker from the next town. Details so
complicated, the prosecution expected the entire jury
to fall asleep. But they toughed it out, and, in fact,
convicted.
“Got the quad,” Wristy emailed us. Four years in Danbury.
Where we imagine him telling others in an exercise yard
that it's all in the wrist.
The Infinity up on blocks, his attorney able to save it
and nothing else.
The bunch drives up next weekend. Can’t wait for
the next con he's dreamed up, with the collusion of
bent teachers there.
Labels: Danbury, Devil in details, flipping, golf, prison, Real Estate, sports bar, underwater
Tuesday, November 05, 2013
Of Great Event
What’s New?
Fashionable friend collapses in swirl of cape
and scarves
Rick runs for a glass of water; Heather fans her
with a wrinkled newspaper out of a box of dishes.
“I’ll come again to this new abode, but won’t look up!”
she finally whispers from her chaotic nest.
“These popcorn ceilings!” hissed Heather. “I told you!”
“And I told you no freakin money to get rid of ‘em
right now!”
Labels: culture, friend, marriage, popcorn ceiling, Real Estate, relationship, taste
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Real Estate-ese
Vibrant Neighborhood
Shootings
Quiet Neighborhood
Knifings
Up and Coming Neighborhood
Both
Vibrant Neighborhood
Shootings
Quiet Neighborhood
Knifings
Up and Coming Neighborhood
Both
Labels: Real Estate
