So about fifteenish years ago, I packed up my stuff and moved to Los Angeles, because thats what you do to become a rock star (practicing never entered into the equation). I went down there with a girlfriend, some stuff, and more money than any kid my age should be allowed to have in his bank account. Stupid money. So while I was down there pissing away the last of an inheritance, I found this add on Craigslist about a guy who was selling a house (seriously, I was like 22, parents were out of the picture, and proper judgement has NEVER been my strong suit). So I went to the bar, where people go to buy houses, and I met a guy whos name was Rick something, honestly I dont remember anymore. A week later, I gave Rick twenty grand, and he handed me a deed(ish) for the property. I went to visit the house in more depth, because I never went inside before buying it, and I found out it was filled with squatters. For two years. Rent control in LA made it nearly impossible for me to remove them, but the truth was, the chain of ownership for the whole property was in flux. I bought a house from a guy who didnt own the house. I found that out after piling in a few more grand, and then finally getting a lawyer. The LA Lawyer (Harry Hamlin) told me that for 30 grand he could get me my 20 grand back. When I explained that my math was shit, but that didnt really work for me he said, no shit, Welcome to LA. Packing ensued. So I lost the last of my inheritance, and went back to Sac to move in with my little sister. Pretty humiliating, fairly humbling, and a giant kick to the nuts. I went back to work at the job I left to become a rock star, and lived my life. But every five years, give or take, I get a phone call from some random ass hole who wants to buy the property off of me, despite the fact that I dont own it. And I have to wonder if this place is like a world class bullshit pyramid scheme. Is the only way to get my money back to dupe some other poor jackass into buying it? Last week I got the call. I called him back and let him know that not only did I not own the property, I honestly cant even remember the address. There is so much freedom in barely recognizing the street name Westmoreland Way.
Posted on: Mon, 31 Mar 2014 22:01:22 +0000
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