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I was almost shot and/or arrested, got a parking ticket, and ultimately ended up trying to buy a security surveillance tape from a couple in Yonkers this weekend….and that was just the first three hours in NY.
*FYI folks at home….This is not going to be the most informative blog I have ever written but it is certainly one of my most exciting.*
I was sitting at home minding my own business when my cell rings. “Chaaridy” This is how northerners say my name, and this particular northerner is Mark. He is a guy who dabbles in real estate among many other things. We have done business together in the past and since all of my besties happen to be from the NYC area I have a disproportionate level of trust for those who say my name with a long '"a" and a "d".
He informs me that his mother passed and she has a house in Yonkers that he would like to sell quickly. I have not seen the house but he tells me that it is in a nice, quiet, block and the house had been renovated a few years ago. This is confirmed by the google earth pic showing two dudes pulling construction material out of a truck in 2011.
After a quick google search I realize the nice quite neighborhood for which he speaks is the same neighborhood that raised DMX. I am going to point out that “nice, quiet blocks” don’t generally offer the substance to invoke lyrics like “Tell me to my f#$@!* face that u ready to die; U be a dead mutha f&^%$ red mutha f*$#@!”
Guess what?? IDC!!! If people are buying houses then I am flipping them!!! Its an excuse to go to the city and I flipping love that place!!!
I thought ahead though; I decided to pull in a really badass mf that I know to be my partner on this deal. Besides, he lives only 45 minutes away; not the 6 hours I drove for the shit show that would ultimately transpire.
I line up two brokers and two contractors to interview for the task of flipping and selling my new project.
I had been calling Mark repeatedly to find out the lockbox code so that we can enter home. Finally, after I am half way there, he informs me that there is no lockbox so the will be calling a locksmith to meet us out there. I was frustrated but this all falls in the realm of somewhat normal for an out of state transaction.
I see the “Welcome to Yonkers” sign and it is a beautiful place!!! What is all of the fuss about?
Then….I take an accidental detour down school street. The rain is chilling so I think people probably stayed inside a little more than usual. On this one block, there is an energetic dice game, a guy rolling a blunt with an extremely large beer in one hand (rather impressive really), and two ladies who have stopped traffic to load up a trunk of knock-off purses ( I was happy to see a familiar face in Chinatown the next day).
I pull up to the house enthusiastic and still believing that my seller wouldn’t bs too badly. I mean, we have done deals in the past. Right?
The locksmith, a friendly guy from Israel, lets me know that he waited in the car for me because it is not the best neighborhood. I am so confused. Mark said it was a great place!!! #sellerslie
This is the moment that I am also informed that I am going to be the one paying for the services of the locksmith. *sigh*
As we are standing in the doorway we call Mark to be sure we are at the right place. He confirms that, yes, this is what his mother’s house looks like.
It became immediately apparent that he had never actually been to his mother’s house because as soon as we opened the door we realized that we had just accidentally broken into a house where people are living.
At this moment I also realize that there are security cameras all over the house including two staring us right in the face!!!
That moment when you accidentally commit a felony…on camera. #itwasntme #toocuteforjail #Idonteveneatgrains #Iwouldstarveinprison
Obviously, I need to call the police and report this before someone else does despite the locksmith’s campaign for just letting him fix the lock. I get to the top of the stairs just as a man comes flying around the corner, past me and into the house to which we appear to be actively attempting to burgle. He just yells out for “Maya” and punches the locksmith right in the face. OMG!!! WTF!!! This ish just got DMXish real fast.
We learn that Maya is his daughter.
In unison, my broker and I are yelling “Sir it was an accident!!” This guy is incensed and I can’t say that I blame him!!! He is not hearing a thing we say!!!
NYPD showed up quickly and did a great job at not making a big bureaucratic cluster flip out of this whole thing. Thankfully, they saw this was an accident and the locksmith was fixing the door.
The method used to calm down the crowd was a bit unconventional in my book who am I? Who would have thought by telling each agitated person that they are “stupid AF” for not seeing the side of the other would simmer the group down? Not me, but hey, it worked. Locksmith and Dad were shaking hands in no time.
The broker and I quickly realize that this whole thing was captured on surveillance camera and that you guys might want to see it. So we decide to try to talk the video out of the hands of the owners to no avail. But what we did find out was that the mother is a registered gun owner and would have shot us had she not stopped by Kohls on her way home making her later than us.
But ok, let’s go inside this renovated in 2011 home!
I know that this is a renovated home.
I know that this is what I generally get when one says “renovated home.”
WTF is this!!!??? I mean seriously. Not even close.
I could see outside through the ceiling two stories below the roof!!!
Oh and I got a parking ticket.
Welcome to Yonkers Charity Woods.
So as you can see this flipping trip was a flipping disaster!!! Guess what though? I still flipping love this job sooooooooooooooo much!!!!
Happy Investing My Real Estate Junkies!!!!!
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I was born an entrepreneur. I am pretty certain that I was peddling passies in the hospital when the nurses left the room.All of the other kids in the neighborhood were riding bikes and playing with dolls I was selling jewelry out of a catalogue and creating a back yard consignment shop. At 21 I became a real estate investor and fell in love. This was/is/ and always will be my passion. I have been madly in love with flipping, holding, and writing offers on real estate that seem crazy for 18 years. Ladies and gents I am willing to share the love of my life with you. Maybe its polyamory maybe its jut because I can’t shut up about it. Either way I will be sharing every mistake I ever made and the lesson that came from it. I love questions. Please ask away!!!