The Divine Mr. M

~Le-Le got a tax bill for Sonja Drive in the mail today. I called and checked and, as we expected, Bette Goldenring has still not transferred the title into her name. We doubt she's even gone to see the place although we're fairly sure that young Mr. Wilk, Olaf's assistant, has at least done a 'walk-through', especially after I so helpfully informed them that the joint is infested with mold.

Anyway, it seems Le-Le has to acquire and fill out a 'title transfer packet' from the state if she wants her name taken off. I'll call them on Monday as state offices are now closed on Fridays due to budgetary reasons.

Bette could do that too, but we're not holding our breath. It's very possible that once the stipulation was made she finally started to do some real homework and found out that she now had a pig in a poke and just choked. Can't say that we didn't try to warn her.

We need to talk to our lawyer to see if we have any legal recourse if she simply abandons the place and allows Desert Rose to seize and sell it. If, of course, they are able do so after we get done reporting it to the state for the aforementioned mold. Poor old thing might get red tagged. /snerk

And no, we have no reservations about fucking Desert Rose, bill paddin' mother fuckers....

~Yesterday JR and I went a little easier, only running two loads to storage in the trucklette. But there is maybe only one trucklette load [minus the drier] left to go into storage. Today will be a short day as JR has other shit to do. But the one run we're gonna make will be that last bit of storage bound stuff.

There is however a fair amount of crap in here. We rolled by the recycling place and they'll take the cardboard for free, but we still need to check out the dump for the rest.

Overall, we're past the halfway mark and will keep making trucklette runs to the new place until Saturday when we do the next and last Big Move, the beds, desks, etc, which will have us totally out of here.

Sunday, which is July 1st, we'll do a final broomin' of the joint [gonna take pix of dis bitch fo' sho'] and get a meter reading from the park manager. And that will be that.

Bette Goldenring can then go suck pus from a dead dog's ass.

'In Other News'..I think I have a fucking wisdom tooth coming in sideways on the bottom right. And I've already had all four out, the last one maybe thirty five years ago. But it's been known to happen.

At first I thought it an abscess and then of course went straight to mandibular cancer. *snork* But it has all the hallmarks of teething. Fuck me. At least what's left MediCal dental will cover an extraction.

~I am fried as fuck today. Already broke a glass. Just casually bumped into it and it tipped over. My head is full of puddin'. Gonna cancel on JR because I'll be a menace on the road.

This is when Le-Le often reminds me that I'm 'on Disability for a reason'. Yeah, most of the pressure is off, but I have paid a price for yesterday and the events leading up to it. And while I should 'get up and go', today I simply cannot. *sigh*

I feel like I'm 'all weak assed and shit', but I just have to accept that this is how I am at this point.

~I'm worried about Le-Le. I'll survive this shit 'cause I'm a stubborn arrogant asshole. But I'm afraid she may wind up in the hospital if we have to go to court this week. Even our lawyer's mild cross examination has made her sick for the past day and a half.

I don't know what else to say right now....

~I'm doing my best not to count our chickens and yet, for the first time in months, I do not feel that ever present sense of Impending Doom. A weight has been lifted from my chest.

Truth be told, there is a Southron loon inside my head waving a sword and shouting, ”Yeehaw! We got 'em the run, boys! Pour it into 'em!” That's the Tidewater Aristocracy in my blood.

The more measured Englishman is quietly enjoy this moment of respite while making plans to exploit the weakness our enemy has shown. “Patience and resolve, old stick,” he drawls with a soft smile and cold eyes.

While we may have to eat a rental agreement, which we could live with, it is also possible that because of this the enemy might collapse before the month is out.

Patience and Resolve, yes....and the sword is drawn and thirsty for blood. But I also remind myself that it is Arrogance that has led our enemy to this vulnerable place. I take a deep breath and relax.

...yes, I really do think like that..lol...

~Had a planning session with our lawyer on the phone late this afternoon. He's feeling positive about our overall situation. The other side is making some kind of noise about taking the rental offer. And even if they don't, he thinks their chances in court are so-so.

If it goes to trial, he agrees with my advocating a rigorous attack on a number of fronts. When he refocuses on this case - he was juggling four today - the whole thing seems to annoy him, not only its lack of merit, but also The Ambulance Chaser's attitude and sloppy lawyering. That one is a largely political creature - he has GOP ambitions - whereas our lawyer loves the Law itself and enjoys its challenges and gamesmanship. Prolly why he likes talking to me.

Anyway, more shall be revealed...

~This is the (partially redacted) last letter I wrote to That Woman back on April 30th. It is as yet unsent, though our lawyer has seen it and said that the time to send will come. It outlines the source of both our anger and frustration with That Woman, who, according to the last Terror Note from The Ambulance Chaser, has ostensibly spent $6000 on legal fees on this to date.

Mrs. Goldenring,

I expect you're pursuing (This Joint's addy) like it was the Taj Mahal because you believe you'll recoup much of the money you lost to Norman Flam. Let me share some numbers with you that show why that's a futile undertaking.

Directly across the street is (Another Joint's addy), a four bedroom double-wide with a fireplace and very well maintained by its previous owner, a Mr. (Somebody). It is, in other words, a larger and more valuable property that (This Joint's addy) by any measure.

A little over two years ago Mr. (Somebody) put it on the market for $39,500. After more than a year and a half, he finally sold it for $18,000. That is the reality of property values around here. Check it for yourself: (Another Joint's full and complete addy).

Maybe you have looked at the tax assessments. I suspect that Kern Co is cooking those books in a desperate attempt to keep their credit rating from being worse that it is. They listed (This Joint's addy) at $80,000 until Ms Hayes demanded a reassessment. Then it dropped to $57,000. Mind you this was at the same time when Mr. (Somebody) could not get two/thirds of that amount on a bet. And then last year, when the California Association of Realtors stated that property values in Kern Co dropped by 4% across the board, [and Mr. (Somebody) took his 18G's and ran] they raised the value by $5000. So forget Kern's numbers. They're nonsense.

Even if Ms Hayes was able to clear out right now – she can't – you are still going to have to pay the $415 a month lot rent, apx $3900 in unpaid property taxes, and X thousands of dollars to fix the house itself. That includes a leaky roof which has created a moldy closet. [The law will require that you disclose the mold to buyers/renters by the way. Good luck with that.]

Ms Hayes was planning to move anyway. The endlessly cloudy legal provenance combined with the structural problems made it clear that 'it was time to go'. She'd already borrowed money from friends to facilitate that outcome

Of course, now part of that money has had to become a legal war-chest to fight you. And trust me, fight you she will, every step of the way. (The Ambulance Chaser's) legalistic terror tactics have made her very angry.

So, you can keep pouring your money into (The Ambulance Chaser's) pocket. Or you can stop trying to dispossess a disabled woman on a fixed income [social justice anyone?] and just sit back and wait. I recommend the latter. As noted above, you're going to need that cash.

Yours


Michael V. Daly

PS Or you could do the really smart thing and go after Norman Flam, who, between you and Ms Hayes, has made a least $120,000 free and clear on (This Joint's addy). He did after all own the place outright when you 'invested' with him. He used to own the mobile home park, too. Funny that, eh?