Decided to update again while I wait for this stupid fucking BoA webpage to load (online banking is for people with cable modems).
So I helped that old timer friend of mine install a security light at one of my step mom's/dad's rentals. Did a lot of work on that house when they bought it (including somehow managing to get every shingle off the roof and into my truck bed - a feat eclipsed by the fact that it blew out both my shocks). Anyways, she is literally going crazy on meth. Fucking vicious drug, that. She needed the security light because people are running around at night knocking on her windows and cracking them and shining lights THROUGH concrete pillars into her living room and shit like that. We are talking full on paranoia. While we're doing the light, she noticed that we went into the attic through the vent on the side and started asking all these weird questions about if people can walk around in the attic and how hard it would be for someone to get up there, et cetera. Now I know that she's going to call up the step mother to get a burglar bar over the vent when she starts hearing people in the attic.
It's fucking sad really (despite being absolutely fucking hilarious to watch in person), because my step mom moved her down here to San Antonio after an ill fated visit in Las Vegas where she was doing the exact same things (tin foiling the windows and calling the police EVERY DAY because people were banging on her windows and shit), only that time it was coke. Of course, she get's her meth from this ass hole named Larry (i'd post his last name if I knew it, cause he's a fucker). This cocksucker was selling meth in Vegas by the pound, with his brother. Larry get's busted by the LVPD and RATS OUT HIS OWN FLESH AND BLOOD. Now his brother's in jail forever (99 to life or something), and this fucker is roaming the streets a free man. In case you didn't notice, I hate the asshole. If he was drowning, I'd throw him a cinderblock.
Anyways, that's it for now. Oh, I came up with another idea - log cabins. Buy property in rural Washington, on lakes and such, for $45k (only $5k down and couple hundred a month) and then spend another $10k on materials and build a log cabin on it. Then sell it for $100k or more, and you don't have to worry about permits or inspections or any of that shit. After I do the first house or two up there (assuming the financing comes through), that's something I could easily finance myself, and maybe start doing full-time on my own buck to work my way up to the point where I could start doing my own houses and bring on my older brother full time.
So I helped that old timer friend of mine install a security light at one of my step mom's/dad's rentals. Did a lot of work on that house when they bought it (including somehow managing to get every shingle off the roof and into my truck bed - a feat eclipsed by the fact that it blew out both my shocks). Anyways, she is literally going crazy on meth. Fucking vicious drug, that. She needed the security light because people are running around at night knocking on her windows and cracking them and shining lights THROUGH concrete pillars into her living room and shit like that. We are talking full on paranoia. While we're doing the light, she noticed that we went into the attic through the vent on the side and started asking all these weird questions about if people can walk around in the attic and how hard it would be for someone to get up there, et cetera. Now I know that she's going to call up the step mother to get a burglar bar over the vent when she starts hearing people in the attic.
It's fucking sad really (despite being absolutely fucking hilarious to watch in person), because my step mom moved her down here to San Antonio after an ill fated visit in Las Vegas where she was doing the exact same things (tin foiling the windows and calling the police EVERY DAY because people were banging on her windows and shit), only that time it was coke. Of course, she get's her meth from this ass hole named Larry (i'd post his last name if I knew it, cause he's a fucker). This cocksucker was selling meth in Vegas by the pound, with his brother. Larry get's busted by the LVPD and RATS OUT HIS OWN FLESH AND BLOOD. Now his brother's in jail forever (99 to life or something), and this fucker is roaming the streets a free man. In case you didn't notice, I hate the asshole. If he was drowning, I'd throw him a cinderblock.
Anyways, that's it for now. Oh, I came up with another idea - log cabins. Buy property in rural Washington, on lakes and such, for $45k (only $5k down and couple hundred a month) and then spend another $10k on materials and build a log cabin on it. Then sell it for $100k or more, and you don't have to worry about permits or inspections or any of that shit. After I do the first house or two up there (assuming the financing comes through), that's something I could easily finance myself, and maybe start doing full-time on my own buck to work my way up to the point where I could start doing my own houses and bring on my older brother full time.
I don't know if you build on concrete slabs down there in Texas , but up north you typically are not allowed to build on a slab , you need a full basement that extends below the frost line with proper drainage etc... If you are near a earthquake fault line there are even more requirements too .
You might want to look just builing a home for a property owner , many people buy the land and have an architect design their dream home before they look for a contractor to build their home , that would be an easier way to get yourself started without worrying about financing everything on your own , less risk too
My opening day fishing plans for this morning got dashed by a consulting customer emergency , so after I finish wrapping things up I might get a chance to grab a pole and catch diner