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ONE MAN'S JOURNEY - Part 23
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ONE MAN'S JOURNEY - Part 23 SORRY..... WORDS KEEP DISAPPEARING FROM MY POSTS. I EDIT AND PUT THEM BACK AND NEXT THEY OR DIFFERENT WORDS DISAPPEAR........ This particular part is rather painful, but I am relating it anyway, so that those who envied all my “wild times”……….. and also those who think I had all this coming to me, might put everything into perspective. This is, after all, a chronology of my life………………………… Part 22 ended as I was coming to terms with many changes in my life and business…………. and many disappointments in my once fantastic sex life. As I mentioned, no longer a “golden boy”, but still pretty capable of handling things, I had to devote more time to my increasing business and less time to pleasure. By now, I had hired several staff and my home office was crowded beyond belief. In another time, I would have very much appreciated having some hot young stud practically sitting on my lap, but now it was business. As fate would have it, during a short drive from my house to a supplier, I passed a small building on the avenue, with a “For Sale” sign on it. I stopped, wrote down the information and put it into my pocket. Later that night I looked at my overall situation where business was concerned. Accounts were coming in, and I might have to hire more staff to cope, and that was impossible where we were. The decision was kind of made for me, when a neighbor threatened to report me to the Town, for having so many employees working out of a private house………… a very definite violation of town ordinance. Especially because they didn’t qualify as house-keepers, gardeners or pool boys. He also objected to the additional cars being parked on the street. Of course, the cranky old bastard had no right to complain about that since nobody was parking in front of his house. After taking all the pros and cons into consideration, I looked at the money situation and decided that we could handle mortgage and real estate taxes on the small building, and hire two additional artists, if and when needed. My accountant at the time thought it was a wise move, so I solidified the deal, and we moved in. Only about 8 months later, the cranky old bastard neighbor died suddenly…………to a standing ovation!!!!.....….Had that happened before I bought the building things might have turned out differently. And 16 months later, the second wave of the recession hit….. this time it was the “Commercial” real estate market that tanked. Business owners, mortgage brokers, and banks panicked and started selling or calling in what they considered bad loans and the value of all commercial real estate nose-dived……… mine along with it. The Real estate taxes of course remained static, because once you give Government something, it never goes away. Stands to reason that some of my own accounts were real estate owners and several of them went into bankruptcy. That of course, as in the first go around years earlier, had the famous ripple effect. After stepping back and licking my wounds once again, I figured that I better downsize fast……….let a few people go, and put the building up for sale. I originally had put down 45% of the building’s value…. of my wife’s and my own personal money…… at purchase and was only financing the other 55%. Well, guess what?????.............. the 55% that I owed was now greater than the total value of the property if I could sell it. Buildings all around me were going up for sale at a frantic pace. Some of them at 40% of the asking prices of just 3 years earlier. It was a Long Island blood bath!! I was in the cross-hairs, and it wasn’t pretty. If I sold the building, for less than I owed, I would be responsible to pay the bank the difference. That was impossible! So on the advice of my accountant and attorney, I walked. I abandoned the building for the bank and the Municipality to fight over, because of unpaid taxes and unpaid mortgage payments. I should say that my corporation owed them………..I had learned the first time around. It was hard enough to lose our original down payment, and the business assets, without losing all the rest of our personal ones. I had already put too much of our savings into the business………….it’s called, “Getting fucked without a kiss”! So with just two employees, I retreated back to my home office……….. which much to my chagrin, I had to reclaim from my ever patient and loving wife who had made it a rec room. That hurt me more than losing the building. No matter how much I loved her, and how much I tried to protect her……….. she always seemed to be the one I hurt most. I know that someday, God is going to get me……… and when he does, I wish I could say that I don’t want to be around………………………. I apologize for not mentioning any sexual exploits in this Part, mostly because with all the problems it was a “sexless” time……………….. |
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So very sorry this all happened once again my friend.
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