Give me 8.46 on 8
It’s like day 5 into this “get a buyer’ race. I’ve got the properties advertised in quite a few places now. CraigsList, Facebook, etcetera. I put out some signs about them also. I took a different approach to signs this time…more of a “damn I’m broke as hell, how am I gonna buy signs” approach, but I made it happen…I guess that’s all that counts. I even came up with a way to create a cheap lockbox for about $10. I’ll create some how-to’s on both of those when I get the time to….like in November 2012 or something…the way things are looking.
I even went with something extra for the yard of each property….check it out:
Man…after putting this big-ass sign in the yard, my phone has been blowing-up! I even may have a buyer, a young couple said that they want to take it…but the downfall is they want to get financing. May not be a deal-breaker I’m learning…we shall see. But anyway…for the next time I’m putting a bigger sign out….and I’ll probably tie balloons to it now that I know how good it works I’ma go all out.
Last time I went to the gas station, I literally emptied out my ash-tray to come up with an extra 2.46 to go with the 6 bucks I had in bills. I know the gas-station attendant was pissed-off…sucked to be him. He should just be glad the entire 8.46 wasn’t in coins. I’ll save that for next time. I’ll make sure I go back when it’s his shift. And what the hell does 8.46 in gas get you? Like 2 squirts…I should sell my car and buy a motorcycle. 8.46 in gas gets me through like one day in Saint Louis versus like 4 days in Champaign. I kinda miss that. Or maybe get a scooter…hmmm. When’s the last time you saw someone on a scooter and said, “Wow, that’s a cool-ass scooter”? Yeah…exactly. You can’t be cool on a scooter. Scratch the scooter idea.
But no seriously, I think I’ve found a niche. How to invest in real estate with your broke-ass. LOL…I crack myself up. I think that’s going to be the title of the book I write (because I am going to write a book you know).
How to Invest in Real Estate with your broke-ass.
By Justin McClelland
I’ll have one of those author photos with me wearing a turtle-neck and sitting on a stool barefoot…and I’ll have a manufactured smile on my face and my arms crossed. You know…the standard author motif. I can see it in Borders now. Seriously, I’m copyrighting that t…don’t steal my shit.
But really. Seriously. When you’re as broke as I am, your brain is forced to coming up with ways to get the job done. Once I get some of these damn deals closed and have time, I’ll detail how I got’er done.
- I’m out
