From the full version of Sunnyside's Lousy Book
They actually let me sell it. Tell me why
After putting my house up for sale and running several ads in the local newspaper, I wondered if it was getting into the complete circulation. I checked different newspaper stands at various locations around town to make sure, but the phone calls just didn't come through as I expected. Though I put the address of my house in the paper very few people showed up as a result of it.
After the strange visits and no serious bites, I had more or less given up on the ability to sell my house. I had moved off the property and just left a "For Sale" sign on the front of the house.
One day I was at the property for one reason or another, a contractor approached me inquiring about buying the house. I’d seen his truck parked out in front of my house a week or two earlier. It was obvious he had done some research on the property because he had acquired a copy of the tax records on it. I’m sure he knew that I had just paid the taxes on it so it could be sold with less hurtles in the way.
He must have known I would go for what he was offering because he came prepared with a check for earnest money and the necessary paper work filled out. He had the confidence I would go for what he was offering because I’m sure he realized my choice of options were slim and I was dispirit for cash. It's my guess he might have already known that my funds were dry and he knew as well as I, that the selling price didn't really matter very much because I was already behind on my bills and needed the earnest money he was willing to hand over that day. Although I was sacrificing my house for the gamble of the possibly getting a patent, the decision was an easy one to make because the money would exceed the pay off on the house and there would be enough to pay the patent lawyer to finish my patent application.
For many inventors with wife and kids, there would have been much more scrutiny with the decision but since I was single and had my baby I felt I needed to take care of, the choice was the only one I could make at the time. It was the only way to retain the ownership of my creation and the very thing I was receiving heat over.
How many people in the world ever have the chance to gamble like that? Especially when the odds are in their favor of seceding as I do. You bet it wasn't a hard decision to make, because I’ve always known I deserve the patents and I know I'll get them.
The contractor who bought the place acted as if he saw nothing special about my truck. I figured he was just acting ignorant and hiding any clue that he knew what was going on between me and the City of Tacoma. I had a feeling the contractor was just taking advantage of the situation and he wasn't about to give me any ideas that it was so. Since the city's goal was to sweep me under a rug I knew it wouldn't do me any good trying to do anything with the house and it must have been in the city’s best interest if I cut all ties with the house. By then I was hoping that the city had thought I’d giving up on filing for a patent and therefore the very reason they were letting me sell the house in the first place. I looked at the ridiculous offer as a way to pay off my credit cards so I could barrow against them again to pay the patent lawyer.
The buyer did tell me that he had fixed up several houses in the area. He even said he lived in one while it was condemned as he was in the process of rebuilding it. To no surprise he was quite familiar with the building inspector, Dan McConaughy.
The buyer put on a nice and easy going image until the sale of the house was final. Once it was finalized he changed drastically. He no longer wanted to buy the bundles of roofing materials off me and all of a sudden my Chevelle and van which wasn't a concern earlier, was in his words, “in the way.” He told me he was going to put them out into the street if I didn't get them out of there right away. The problem with that is that they were not licensed and would get towed away. Suddenly he acted as if my possessions were as good as his because they were on his property. The asshole said that he couldn't be held up and he gave me one day to remove my belongings. I could easily see that the nature of his game was to take possession of the stuff I didn't have time to remove from property. I didn't know what grounds he was on or rights I had, but my possessions had less meaning once I was no longer a home owner and I needed to consider the cost of keeping the material things in storage.
Later on one of the neighbors told me about how the contractor screwed him and another guy over. The buyer hired them to dig out underneath the house for $7.50 per hour and then wouldn't pay them for all the hours they worked.
The so called contractor did a real hack job to my house too. He turned what should've been a nice two bedroom into a pathetic four bedroom. The way he added to the back of the house without the same roof pitch is a joke too. You wouldn't believe the access to the bedrooms. The room with a view of Mount Rainer is about the size of a closet and the way you would have to walk into the room you might have to walk leaned over be-cause of the slop to the wall in the so called hallway.
Do you think he could have been buddies with Dan McConaughy the building inspector?
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