So it looks like the performance artists are looking to sell the house and move. Oh, to be in Lakewood now that there's delusion near.
These are the people who tried to sell their house in 2007 for $130,000 without doing anything to it, including cleaning up. The house was purchased for $108,000 in 2001, right after I bought mine. Want to lay bets on the asking price and when/if/what it sells at? Seriously, I will make book on this. Send me an email.
Last time they were selling I sent around the MLS listing and people were appalled at the pictures. This is going to be great. I almost wish I were there. You have to understand, these are people who are seriously delusional, who threw a hissy fit when the town told them they could not have bonfires in the backyard, who tear up the front grass and plant random vegetables without regard for seasons, who smoke tons of pot and have a superiority complex based on the fact they are "artists." Last time they attempted to sell they did not bother to paint over the flames decorating the archway that leads into the dining room, disassemble the tree sculptures in the living room made of real branches and paper mache, or remove the dead baby garden in the flower bed out front. The giant penis in the garage! The burn circle out back! Cat pee! The mural in the upstairs bedroom! Who would not want to buy this place?
I am kind of happy I'll never be able to afford to buy again. I would totally wind up with Performance Artists II: Phoenix Theater Backyard Winter Collaborative instead of noisy drone musician sculptors. Save me from myself, please.
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