I think I could write a book just about the search for a house. There is some serious trash out there in my price range and I'm convinced that all the real estate agents are using Photoshop on the pictures before they post them online. The nicest looking house online was the trashiest piece of trash that I've ever seen. We're talking this house should be condemned. Seriously that lady needs to get the hell out before it crumbles around her. I guess there was a reason that the only indoor shot was of her bathroom and it's claw foot tub. And not of her rooms stuffed full of boxes and cracking walls. Sure it was sitting in a three home lot, but that doesn't help me any I don't have the resources to knock that shit down and start over. I barely have the resources to fix the bathroom paint.
The next promising house was next door to a pitbull breeder and they were hungry. We got out of the car and this pitbull was doing it's hardest to get over that chain link fence and lets face it me vs. pitbull is not going to be pretty I'm gonna lose that fight - in a heart beat. My mom looks at me and my dad and she goes "Sorry Chris, can't let you live here." And that was okay by me...
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The next house was a pre-foreclosure. We called the owners who said to just go on in if they weren't there, and they weren't. My mom knocked to be on the safe side and we hear this deep roar of a "€œWooof-woof-woof." My dad backs up in the yard throws his arm across my chest and says "That's a big son-of-a-bitch, that's a GREAT DANE!€ Yep we decided NOT to go into this house - good luck with that foreclosure buddy. Oh did I mention that they also had a pitbull in their house?
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