Our buyers arrived from Oroville finally, something about a delay and this valley fog, and now it’s raining. They txted me they are in town and want to see property. I txt them back that I will try to set it up and to stayed tuned.
Of course by now our seller is going ballistic, he tells my partner Sam that he wants to know the name of escrow company that Alan has it open with and he dont feel like showing the property no more.
Haha, except they don’t got no stinkin buyer and most probably never started escrow.
I’m thinking, Mr seller, your property is overpriced and the grubby wholesalers want to make a few buks.
I tell Sam,
Tell seller that, Alan and Dean cudnt get their sh-t together, we got a private couple ready to buy this mo fo and they came from out of town to do just that.
It’s like a wild west shootout.
My buyers from Oroville went to see the property yesterday with my buddy Jim while my partner Sam was trying to get seller to meet them, to no avail.
Finally my friend Jim calls an says they viewed the property and the mobile is beyond repair and I shud check these properties out b4 I try to sell them, he also tells me it’s in a mountain community with frikin HOA monthly fees.
Then later Sam Txts me that seller is willing to meet them.
I tell Sam the bad news. Our last and only hope of selling this crap hole is gone. I also tell him to forget this deal and let’s find some better ones.
Then this morning I get an offer for 100K and he will buy it unseen. Oh man, here we go again. Sam has called James our seller and actually got the price down to 90K Our new potential buyer is asking for photos and wants to know what Escrow company we are using.
I’m not sure if I shud be excited or annoyed. Sam is txting that I shud send the assignment b4 he changes his mind. I tell Sam, he’s asking for photos, keep your shirt on.
I also got an older guy looking at it today who was asking if horses are allowed.
I shud be in Idaho at my cave with my pet moose Nanuk, much less stress.
I’ll buy it sight unseen for 100K and close the same day. And if you believe that…
It sounds good on paper but in the real world… I had a gut feeling about this new prospective buyer. Nobody has ever bragged about how fast they can close b4. But then, I want to believe, I’m desperate.
Then my partner Sam txts me that he thinks this guy is a wholesaler, as if it’s a dirty word.
Sam tells me, this bottom feeding wholesaler sent a txt to my associate marketing this property for sale, what a low down thing to do, to test your market and buyers list, B4 you commit. It’s exactly what I do.
Then our wild an crazy buyer/wholesaler says, he needs to view property.
Yea cuz in the real world same day close and buy unseen are just words found in the dictionary.
Then for fun I txt him, are you a wholesaler from the bay area? He txts back that he is a property acquisition manager. I’m laughing now. I txt him back that it sounds like a fancy name for a wholesaler, and I hoped he cud do something with it.
I tell Sam wer screwed.
Were dealing with a grubby lowdown wholesaler that’s trying to make money off of people’s situations & distressed properties.
He’s my kind of guy. But I got that fear, the buyer he brings Tuesday to view property will not purchase this disaster but, will run for the hills and never be heard from again. But then, bay area buyers are used to those astronomical prices along the coast, and possibly have more money than brains.
I better run a new round of Craig’s List ads for the new and improved Price Reduction.
I joke about having a pet moose named Nanuk. I don’t think I wud actually get near these 1200 pound dangerous beasts. However, On You Tube I watched part of a video about a moose farm in Russia. It seems there used to be a bunch of them but even in Russia producing moose meat is not profitable.
But lo an behold, the key is producing, moose milk. It’s supposed to be some good healthy stuff. What was really interesting is they feed these meece, (if that’s a word?) oatmeal and warm water and tree bark.
Then after the morning logging operation they let the moose’s out of their pens to graze and eat the bark off of these fallen trees.
And then before dark they all come back to the pens, a few had to be coaxed back in with some tasty treats.
But what really amazed me is how tame they were, the handlers were hand feeding them and hugging on them and scratching them and picking out moose ticks. They looked like big luvable cows. I didnt see any adult males maybe cuz they are aggressive and dont got no milk.
Anyways, back to reality, I had an older guy call me a few days ago and wanted to look at the mountain mobile and then I never heard back, till this morning. His name is Gary and he’s gona buy it for his son that works for the school system and he tells me he has cash. He asks me if I’ve had any offers, I tell him yea, we got an offer for 100K and I’ll make you the same deal.
Now I wud like to pinch him for a few more buks, but when him and his son see this property, oh man.
My buddy Jim went on and on about how dilapidated it was. Our new prospective buyer wants to see it today with his son at 2 PM. Oh lordy, did he say he has cash? I’m salivating here, & then asks if he wants to buy it, how wud that work.
I tell him you will sign our purchase agreement and we’ll start escrow and it will probably take 2 weeks.
I txt my partner Sam 4 times this morning b4 he finally replies and says he will try to get seller to meet him at 2 today. It seems Sam is apprehensive about calling this grouchy seller and getting his butt chewed off, again.
If I had any gonads I wud call the seller myself and tell him, listen you onery old so and so, you got a disaster property that’s not fit for a self respecting cockroach that nobody wants and least you can be obliging and help us sell the mo fo. But I’m a wuss, I’ll let Sam deal with him.
This new buyer was asking about if a horse was permitted, I’m gonna suggest getting a moose.
This deal imploded.
I had 2 buyers ready, then my partner Sam is nowhere to be found, finally he txts that he wud try to get owner to meet this guy and his son.
Later after no reply from Sam the son calls and I’m embarrassed cuz nobody met them. Then the property acquisition Manager/wholesaler is calling, has buyer. And Sam is not responding…
Then the next day I get a call from James the seller and tells me he decided not to sell, I asked OK wat happened. He tells me he decided to keep it and fix it up himself. I told him OK good luck.
Then I gotta explain the fiasco to my buyers.
Then next day Sam finally replies that yea the seller yada yada and Sam says he was gona keep an eye out to see who buys it and it, and it was too daisy chained. And he learned a valuable lesson.
My reply to Sam…
Wat valuable lessen did you learn? The thing is, with a mountain property you eliminate 90% of buyers, and a fixer mobile home you lost another 9%. then I just found out a few days ago it has HOA fees. It was just a bad deal, and add on a difficult seller and the price too high it was a disaster from the get go. Not because it was daisy chained, I’ve done deals with 5 wholesalers b4.
My moose must be hungry
I got some crazy stories from doing this Real estate wholesaling 4 the last 6 yrs. it’s insane dealing with these different personalities. Especially with distressed people. Reminds me of that Country song, “I always been crazy but it kept me from going insane”
There was A limping beggar I recruited yrs ago, his named is Bill, He always hung out at Walmart parking lot, he had found me a doz vacant properties and I did a deal on one so I purchased Bill a gorgeous 4 stroke scooter. And I gave him cash, later Bill tells me he had to spend a big chunk of his money to get rid of bed bugs and then he had tickets and his scooter impounded and after he got it out the engine blows up.
Holy crap, what karma gods have you pissed off my friend?
The last few yrs I will still stop and say hi and tell him to find more houses, and giv him 20 buks.
Bill dont have any problems with alcolhol or drugs, he’s got clear eyes and good complexion, just now his limp got worse cuz he’s in a wheel chair.
Anyways, Bill just sent me a good address, a nice home that’s vacant and needs repair with absentee owners.
My favorite type of deal. Distressed property, distressed sellers.
I know there is a lot of deals out there, I’m gearing up, I got my hiking boots on, and a new back pack.
But it’s cold out there…
I got rats, no, not the normal sized city dwellers, but a new species I call; Rodent Gigantess., these things look like they got some mad scientist bio engineering and fused with mutant DNA and injected with hyper steroids banned on 7 planets.
There is a city drainage pond across the street, we got a mini bird refuge, gorgeous Canadian geese, and mallards and mud hens, the neighbors cat pulled a catfish out of the pond, we got a pet turtle that was out in the street, I watched a 15 inch garder snake slither thu my yard, I had a red tailed hawk nab a pigeon in my front yard, he flew low for a half block trying to get altitude. Sometimes the city drains the pond and plows the weeds.
Now this is the beyond insane part, These water fowl have a small mite crawling all over their bodies sucking off of them and probably multiplying at an astounding rate. So small you need a microscope to see them.
Then the duks fly off cuz no water, these hoards of mites left behind are spawning in the grasses in the warm central Calif weather & start multiplying in biblical proportions. Holy aliens, then they do what they do best, get in the wind and somehow get in my house and suck off the warm blooded tasty biological human…
The pond is only 600 feet from my bedroom window, these micro bugs cud walk here. It’s an itchy nuisance, and in a week or 2 they have died or moved on.
They entire city flood property is prob about 5 acres and is fenced. I want to go over there and plant some shade trees w a few picnic tables.
Oh yea, back to the rats from hell. They are on my patio an in the garage getting into my stuff, caught a few with some beefed up spring rat traps & peanut butter. The dog got a few.
I just watched a few vids on YouTube on how to build a trap out of a 5 gal bucket and a roller.
I Made 2, it’s on.
Will the rodents and mites win the war against the human? with him using only his crude tools and limited intellect??.
I have made a dent in the rodent population. I’ve caught nothing in my 5 gallon buckets with a broom stick roller, and the bait glued to the center with peanut butter on the wooden pole is untouched. I thought I might have to grease the pole, (that’s wat she said) but I did get 2 large rats with the old style spring traps in the garage, and got 10 in the back yard. I know there are more cuz some traps have the bait missing and the trap is unsprung.
It’s a sick obsession I have, these disgusting creatures are stinking up my stuff, including my new bad ass sleeping bag I had inside a plastic bag in the garage.
I’ve been watching a guy on You Tube that is extremely obsessed with mouse and rat traps. He buys and reviews every trap that he can find. Some of his viewers have invented traps and send them for his review and endorsement. My favorite is an electric one that is the 5 gal bucket type but has an infrared sensor trigger that drops these vermin into the bucket of water.
What’s really interesting is You Tube censors the content and he has to obscure the rats dying horrible and graphic deaths of drowning and being electrocuted. I do feel sorry for them, I hate killing them, I want them to go back across the street to the pond and their little burrows.
Anyways back to the real world where it’s time to find some real estate deals. I been sending out letters and post cards to my old prospects that never pulled the trigger on my offers.
The time is coming. In a few weeks is when every newbie on the planet starts thinking about doing some real estate deals. I’ll place another ad on Craig’s List for bird dogs. It only costs 25 buks and It sometimes pays off big.
I’ve developed a few other revenue streams that keeps me alive, but I need to slam some wholesaling deals.
I’m sending out mental waves to the Universe to attract some people needing my help to sell their houses. Many insane people believe in this attraction stuff, & believe having a certain mindset attracts wealth and all the other good things. I also believe or I want to. I pulled out some of my self hypnosis lessons I purchased a few yrs ago and I just got som bad ass Bluetooth ear buds.
Meanwhile it’s too nice to not be outside, It’s been 70 degrees here in central Cal.
Today I lowered the Kayak down from the garage ceiling. It was dusty. I got this boat loaded up, with new GoPro mounts, adjusted my seat and glued an ass pad on to the seat. I glued a GoPro mount on my life jacket, much better than the hat mount when I’m looking in every direction an jerking up the video.
My buddy Jim says were going to Sky Harbor, that’s at the upper Millerton Lake where the San Joaquin river empties into the lake, we are going to paddle upstream. I better bring some food an water to take, an maybe a coat… Sometimes the wind can be a factor especially in these canyons were going to be navigating.
Jim asked me if I wasn’t gona chicken out and tell him I’m scared.
Last trip was the lower river and I was scared shipless.
I got the drone batteries charged up and put in some larger capacity Micro SD cards in everything.
I’m ready to have some fun. I will suggest we go below Friant dam where there is about 4 or 5 miles of calm gorgeousness. We can disembark at the picknick grounds an do the wuss tour.
The upper area he tells we gotta hike a 1/4 mile down to the lake cuz of some locked fence. Hold on Jimbo, cuz we havnt had a lot of rain this year so if the lake is low, we’ll hike further. And then we hike uphill with the 70 pound kayaks, we got wheels for them but hey, I’m thinking, Let’s start slow and survive.
The kayaking trip was really nice, first we started off at the wuss area and paddled to the dam, there was some current but the kayaks went thru it easily. We seen some gorgeous large white cranes nesting in the huge oak trees and also some assorted ducks and lizards. At the dam the water was being released and we stopped at the rapids and smoked one and then paddled back. Jim suggested we go down stream past the bridge but I knew with the river getting narrow & those rapids we wud never be able to paddle back and it wud be torture to drag these back thru the rocky stream bed.
We did hav to man handle these boats up some stairs to get back up to the parking lot. Then we drove up to the lake to an area called Willards Cove.
Jim was having trouble putting in his code to open the gate, there was a camera pointed at us and Jim held his year pass up and the gate magically started opening. The cove is huge with hundreds of house and speed boats tied up to a long pier. After paddeling a half hour we found another cove with huge boulders and steep cliffs with a sandy beach area, of course we headed straight to that spot and set up our folding camp chairs and brought out the lunch bags and was enjoying the incredible views, the entire lake was devoid of humans cept for a few fishermen trolling by. Jim had parked his butt in the shade and I was a bit cold cuz of the wind coming off the lake and I moved my bony ass to the sunny area where we watched ground squirrels fight over our apple cores and banana peels. I did pick up a beer bottle someone had left. Jim suggested we check out another cove that was around the bend.
The water was clear and it was so wicked to see these huge boulders under the surface. As soon as I got around the bend there was a big beautiful eagle sitting on the shore, I stopped paddling and we were eye to eye and bout 100 feet apart and then he takes flight.
I never liked this lake much cuz in the summer its surrounded by low hills and dead grass, but not now, every hill was green and wild flowers were just starting to emerge. What really blew my mind was when we got back to shore to load up our boats there were bear tracks on the beach, this frikin lake is only 22 miles from the city, the bear paws were as big as my hand and seemed fresh in the shore mud. They were too fat for a dog and had huge claws sticking out an inch. Years ago a mountain lion was hit and killed on the road near there. I’ve seen coyotes and foxes and deer that low. But nobody wud believe bear, so I had to take video of the prints with the Go Pro cam.
Very enjoyable day, 72 degrees in February. Now Jim is suggesting we take these kayaks to the ocean, it’s only a 2 hour drive, I can imagine how awesome that wud be, but, I’m scared.
I have a rough draft started of my new bird dog ad, It’s bold & to the point. I might have to tone it down some, but it’s difficult and frustrating to hand hold the new recruits when most of them will disappear into the void after a short time. My perfect recruit wud be an aggressive animal and wud spend at least 4 hrs a day 2-3 times a week looking for these distressed fixers, that I luv so much.
He or she wud have an economy car and willing to risk losing their only funds on gas looking for the needle in the haystack. Where did that saying come from?
The rat population seems to have migrated, only got 1 this week w the spring trap, often they been chewed on some by the dog after they suffered an instant demise.
Last Monday was another gorgeous day in the central Valley so I threw the dog in the back seat with a tarp and drove up to another river and lake, called Pine Flat and the bad ass Kings river empties into her. It’s a curvy road to the back of the lake with spectacular views, green grassy covered mountains and humongous boulders and cliffs, the famous California poppy’s are just starting to bloom plus other varieties of different colors.
I got my secret spot, it’s 4 miles up a dirt an gravel road that heads upstream of a creek called Sycamore Creek. I was too early for the salamander run, no lie, these little amphibious orange and black lizards begin migrating from somewhere. They lay in the icy stream and maybe breed.
When Rambo the 14 month old German Shepard puppy was let lose, he was wild, I thought he might run for the hills, he was smelling everything and running & wud sometimes get out of sight.
I took off on a hike on a side creek, Huge oak trees and this little stream was spectacular with boulders and small water falls, unbelievably gorgeous, and warm, sun shining and about 70 degrees, Rambo followed me, then we went back to the main creek and hiked around some monstrous granite slabs. A huge rock the size of a Jetta car sat in the middle of the stream, it was a different color and composition than the water worn rocks. I looked up at the nearby mountain top to see a cliff of jagged similar rocks with a big chunk missing that seemed to be the exact shaped rock sitting in the stream. The mountain was a quarter mile away and maybe 800 feet high.
The dog was luvin it, drinking out of the stream and slipping on the rocks and he cud navigate these treacherous paths much better than me with those huge paws digging in, 100% animal.
Then I got out the folding beach chair and flew that drone all over hell and back, used 3 batteries. It’s not easy to control the thing smoothly, and when it’s coming towards you the controls are ass back wards.
At 4 pm the sun went behind the mountain it was suddenly cold, and I realized, it’s Feb and will get down to 40 degrees tonight and all I got is a t-shirt and the tarp the dog barfed on. We are in a place that don’t even have a name cept the sign says wilderness 45.
If the car don’t start wud I hunker down w Rambo and build a fire and try to survive the night or hike 10 miles to the nearest help?
I’m about ready to post my Bird Dog ad on Craig’s List. It might be too aggressive and I did tone it down quite a bit already. But I hope it eliminates some of the mambies b4 they waste my time.
Property Acquisition Manager
Sounds impressive I know. It’s a big title for an important job and we need help. This job requires no real estate license, no advanced education, no money or credit. What it does take is something most of you don’t have, and that is, a never quit attitude & mindset and a serious desire to do something about your sorry ass financial situation.
My name is Randy Phillips, you can call me Rando. I’ve been doing real state for about 6 years now. My insane partners and I are mostly money driven, what other reason cud ther possibly be you ask? Well, we get fixer houses and fast flip them to the local rehabbers. Besides the money, there is a lot of gratification from helping distressed home owners, and also, it’s fun.
It’s a simple process. We find distressed sellers with older houses, we get them a fair cash price for their property, which always needs tons of repairs and upgrading. Your job is to find it using simple instructions I provide. I negotiate a low price, I get it on contract and get it sold to one of my partners. We cash out quick. Our seller gets a huge lump sum of cash he desperately needs, our buyer gets a project he can repair and upgrade for a serious fat chunk of profit, and then a few months later sells a gorgeous rehabbed house to a happy home owner for full market or rents it out as a long term investment. It’s a beautiful process. Everybody is happy. I also welcome some of you discouraged realtors to help us out.
So here’s the deal… I pay a flat fee of $2,000 in CASH! For each house you find. That’s just for addresses of houses we can do a deal on. Several of my finders have learned fast and now we split these deals 50/50.
Sounds too good to be true? I know, & what gullible idiot would believe all this BS? Well pilgrim, you better believe it, bcuz it works…
IF you’re not going to waste my time by flaking out like a gutless wuss after a month or 2, then email me at randyphillips1atyahoo and let’s make some frikin Money.
Not sure if it’s gona work or piss off some potential finders. I submitted the ad, but Craig’s List is taking their time b4 they approve the ad, but I’m ready to pay the 25 buks and get something happening.
Will Rando get some reliable property finders or anger the local newbie population and have to go back to his cave in Idaho and cuddle with Nanuk his pet moose?
My buddy Jimbo called this week and was depressed about his buddy that had just died. He tells me the only thing that will get him out of this funk is a kayaking trip. So on Thursday morning he shows up in his bad ass 78 Chevy 4/4 beast. By 10:AM we were on our way up to Kerkoff Lake, it’s a small reservoir on the San Joaquin river 40 miles above our city. When we arrived a little fox ran by and stopped and looked us over. We started off where the lake is about 1,500 feet wide and paddled towards the dam where it narrows to some insane steep canyons, to about 75’ wide, with outrageous cliffs and the most rugged looking mountains. Of course these mountains are covered in oak trees and green grass and wild flowers. The view was orgasmic. The water was at almost full capacity and our sandy beaches were we always stop were under water. At the dam it opens up to about a 200 feet wide deep pool and there is a floating boat ramp. We got out and set up the folding chairs and got out our lunches and a fat duber to smoke. I had the GoPro going on the way there and back and at the dam, and recording at 2.7 resolution. I was too scared to take out the drone, had power lines and it was all water.
It was the perfect weather at about 75 degrees with some wispy clouds over head. We then hiked up to the dam and check out all the hydro equipment. It’s quite a hike up a pathway on the side of a cliff with areas of a hundred wooden stairs. The dam has these big electric motors that ride on rails and lift up the dams humongous doors. All the doors were shut which explains the glassy smooth lake water and full capacity. Last trip several dam doors were open an the entire lake had a hellacious current that we had to fight to return to our vehicle. A large metal pipe was letting out enuf water to keep the river flowing and it was loud. it looked like the pipe was 2’ circumference and coming out of the mountain. I’m wondering if it was running a generator that was underground.
My buddy Jim wasn’t too cheerful and I got him to tell me the whole story of his buddy Eric that drank himself to death and then I was depressed. But I had a great time and when we got back to our vehicle Jim didn’t want to go and paddle to the bridge and said he was burnt. So we sat for an hour under a big oak tree and talked of life and death and enjoyed the gorgeous weather and view.
I better get some real estate going so I can enjoy this kayaking more often.
This year so far my wild buddy Jimbo and I have went Kayaking 1 day every week starting February bcuz this Central CA weather has been so unseasonably warm. So yesterday morning he comes by and we are heading up to Millerton Lake again. But this time we launch at the main boat ramp near the dam. The night b4 Jim said he might bring his dog, oh no, I was hoping he wudn’t. Dogs are way too much trouble. She’s a small Australian Shepard and about 35-40 pounds. When I climbed into the cab he tells me, “be careful cuz she don’t take to strangers too well”. What did he say? I’m worried about my face getting ripped off but I baby talked her and got some face licks w no growls and her 2 inch tail was waggin while she drooled and slobbered on me.
The lake was mirror smooth with no wind and it was quite the picture to see this good lookin dog riding on the front of his boat like she was scouting the way. We paddled to the first rocky island inhabited with many Canadian geese and when we landed the dog took off chasing them. Holy crap, the entire sandy beach was full of fresh mounds of goose poop and quite smelly. The dog luvd it and began rolling in it and eating it. We had set up our chairs but it was nothing like the quiet picturesque serenity I was expecting. The giant piles of stenchy goose droppings wasn’t so bad but imagine this, Jimbo was hollering at high volume at the dog constantly and it was no fun to have this loud barking hyper out of control canine ruining my buzz.
After a half hour I cudn’t take any more & we were soon on our way across the lake where Jim says there is an awesome hidden cove. It is surprising how fast we traverse the distance. This cove was unbelievably gorgeous with outrageous rock formations and the colors and clear water, as we got back deeper into the cove ther wer some big black angus cows w cute as hell calves on the shore, as we approached the dog was way too excited and I told Jimbo, I hope ur dog don’t chase the cows. The cows wandered off and Jim didn’t let the dog disembark. I also came face to face with the biggest ass crow I had ever seen, on a jagged rock outcropping next to the water. Jim says it was a Raven, I never knew there was a dif. Luckily the dog was running out of steam and the next few beach areas we visited the doggy laid still at our feet. There were no trees to shade us on these beaches and it was getting warm at about 80 degrees but still not hot enuf to jump in the water.
These mini adventures look incredible on the GoPro videos. I just purchased an editing software program to add titles and cut boring parts and add transitions and effects and even music and narration. I’m amazed how some of these simple You Tube videos I’ve seen can have hundreds of thousands of views and subscribers. Wat’s really insane is how these subscribers send money to support the channel and also how manufacturers send free products to test and some of these people quit their jobs and do nothing but these videos featuring their hobbies.
Jimbo and I havn’t decided where to go on our next kayaking adventure, but now I’m worried, will Jimbo be offended next time we go when I tell him or meekly suggest he leave that loud blankity blank goose poop eating hyper animal at home?
Not yet desperate enuf, but getting there.
I finally got my bird dog ad going on Craig’s List and I cut it down with just enuf content to get these potential newbies curiosity going.
My investor buddies Alan and Dean sent me an email today with their latest house on contract. It’s a 2 bedroom 700 SF, built in 1930 and located smack dab in crime city. They also sent photos and this shack has the original doors and door knobs and windows. Needs a roof and a complete rehab. The interior is filthy and as disgusting as all get out, I’m talking plaster interior walls that is falling off in chunks, a wood ceiling that is sagging, somebody tried to put tile on the floors but with the dilapidated cabinets and filthy conditions it looked pitiful and was never grouted. Somebody had propped up the front porch w new 4/4 posts and it looked like a new concrete porch pad. This is the type of property I wud have got on contract for 25K or less 4-5 yrs ago, but these guys are asking 87 frikin thou for it. I estimate it needs 60K in rehab and will be worth 125-140K after repairs. It’s rented for $550 to an Asian family living in this cock roach and rat infested craphole.
Anyways, I cud go on and on about this insanely ridiculous deal and how the prices in California’s houses is climbing daily. But, I’m gonna just ride the wave.
Here is my new ad on CL starting today.
Property Acquisition Manager (Central CA)
My partners and I flip houses. We specialize in distressed fixers. We pay a flat fee of $2,000 CASH for each address you submit that we can do a deal on. This job requires No RE License, No Experience, No Upfront Fees. If an aggressive applicant were to invest in gas and business cards, that will increase your success rate exponentially.
However, one defining quality is needed, it does take perseverance and a certain mindset or attitude.
We fast flip these houses to local rehabbers & Investors and never do any work on them, which means a fast payday, usually under 30 days.
If you have internet, a cell phone and a reliable economical vehicle, we can make some serious profits.
I offer simple and easy instructions on how to find these fixers.
Email me at randyphillips1 at yahoo . com
If I got out there and put up my bandit signs and distributed my door knob hangers and spent some money on marketing w direct mail, I wud be doing some deals. But, I’m not desperate enuf, yet.
Jimbo calls and wants to do something Friday, but I knew spring storm is coming in, we got nice warm temps but the wind is blowin like a one eyed Banshee, took down a section of the back fence that was leaning and seriously rotten. It’s only 50 yrs old.
So instead, today I go to Walmart, it’s crowded mid day, people wearing masks, & no frikin toilet paper, what the heck is up with that? Plenty of other stuff, but the people wer kinda hurrying around and I cud feel tension.
Shud I hunker down? I got beans and rice and I cud wait it out. This virus is gona come thru and weed out the older population. Oh crap, that’s me!.
What’s insane is, we can implant positive suggestions into our subconscious and fight this with our frikin brains.
Just the fear alone cud crash this economy and send us all back to the stone age.
Wasn’t the great depression fear based, w runs on the banks?
I don’t believe they can contain this virus.
Now I’m concerned, the public schools are closed here, today the meat was all gone in my Walmart, even all the frozen prepared meats. No bottled water, and still, no TP.
I told my brother were gona have to hunker down, bathe and drink pond water.
I’ll have to hunt birds and vermin to add to the beans and rice. My buddy Russ came by today and wanted to buy some 223, 9mm, 308 and 12 gauge from me. He said he was gona hunker down. Where the hell did that phrase come from?
I’m saving plenty of ammo for the zombie hoards that are sure to come.
PS Check out the 1918 Spanish Flu documentary on you tube. Estimated 100 million worldwide dead, the most gruesome stomach wrenching story w photos ect, and why didn’t I ever hear about this b4?