i did it on a lark, really.
ok, not a total lark--i'd been thinking about it for a while, despite being told by any number of experts that it couldn't be done, at least not right now, not for the number i had in mind.
i didn't even bother to nice it up first--just picked up the phone, invited four representatives of a profession of which i think little into my half-finished world, told 'em to look around, and, with a flinty stare, challenged each to convince me that he/she was the one who could deliver the miracle. went with the black guy--not because of the color of his skin, of course, but because of the quality of his contacts and the content of his competence (which is all that really matters here in guttermoralityland).
and, by god, he did it--within three days we were in multiple offers, four days after that in escrow. and tonight? i'm sitting here surrounded by fifteen years of accumulated debris, trying to wrap my head around the fact that if i don't find something fast, my totally-unprepared, about-to-be-flush-with-cash ass will be homeless fifteen days from tomorrow.
i try not to think that i could've gotten twice as much five years ago if i'd only allowed my critical faculties to override my ego. those illusions i clung to then are now gone--i've finally accepted the hard fact that i'll never finish this place; it's up to the new owner now, and i can only hope she doesn't fuck it up too badly. as for me? onward and upward--i'm finally free, and can go anywhere i want.
