From: Gary S.
Gevisser [gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent:
To: '
Cc: rest
Subject: RE: Sale of 1431 Stanford
Street, Santa Monica, California.
Alan, I appreciate you getting back to me
so quickly. I knew the positive wave action off Dog’s Beach in
I think we are about 24 hours away,
hopefully no more than 48 hours from being able to “ink”
a deal. I must though first run this by my wife as well as my one
attorney-colleague
And now that I am married to a woman who
can count as well as paint rather well she may very well have more sway over
Mr. Krinsk who may think with the injury I sustained while playing “touch
rugby” yesterday I am all but washed out.
Quite a bit of “back &
forth” has gone on today including my having finally got through some 258
pages of more than your average Shareholder Class Action Lawsuit [SCAL]
complaint with some 54 pages of exhibits all in preparation for my 1:30pm PST
meeting tomorrow with Mr. Krinsk who undoubtedly is hoping that I wasn’t
distracted by all the other stuff going on that might interfere with my ability
to “speed
read” which will cost him more than a penny but less than $126,000 since
I accomplished the task in well under one hour.
Earlier I spent some 51 minutes on the
phone catching up with a guy I last remember seeing when he, his twin brother
and younger sister used to walk hand-in-hand
going to synagogue in
The clothing game is about 75 to 85%
“fronting companies” but folks like Mike who used to run production
for clothing companies like “Oh Neil dNA BilL-bong” [sic]
rarely if ever get into the mix of all the “over and under”
invoicing games that makes the rich get richer and the poor get poorer with the
rich not only making out all the way to foreign banks but in their wake
attracting some of the best looking women in the planet who think that money
and brains are complimentary when it will only lead to bad looks especially as
we unfold more Revlon
Make Up cartoons.
And it goes almost without saying to
mention little of there being no coincidences in life that those who have
stolen the most tend to get uglier relative to their spouses and of course
there are always exceptions as well as why people like Derrick Beare
and I made certain that just because we weren’t born with the best looks
the spotlights would always be on our wives who as we age gracefully together
will always be able to find a young stud to m
And most would also agree that those who
have consumed the most, spilling forth their kuk alternating between their
mouths and their rear ends tend to shit the most and of course those who have
been the biggest pigs at the trough have smellier shit than say my dog Pypeetoe
who along with Marie really keeps me on my toes. When you and I previously
spoke Marie and I were on our way to get married
and it would only be right that you get something out of what was the amazing
“send off” and of course you are having to pay somewhat of a price
by having to labor through this email to mention little of the hyperlinks that
should keep you busy until you next hear from me.
Now, if you don’t believe me about
the clothing game moguls just ask any of their wives or ex-wives to mention
little of their girlfriends waiting at designated ports of call as they go
about stealing other more creative peoples’ ideas while issuing instructions
to their fabric vendors where to make the necessary cash drop offs.
So far the number of folks I know who are
big wigs in the schmutter business around the world who have congratulated me
on marrying what I think is the most talented and beautiful woman in the world
amounts to a whopping zero. And make no mistake a representative sample of
these “shit heads” are part of my email list. To be clear on this
point
My step-father Alan Zulman co-founded one
of the companies that falls under the umbrella of what is today a rather large,
relatively speaking that is, clothing conglomerate. Back in the 1960-1970s
South African Clothing Industries [SACI] was highly regarded on the list of efficient
clothing manufacturers where one “could eat off the floor”
producing something like “30,000 garments of hit-s a day, 3500 different
styles a year” [sic] and of course there was no guarantees that although
the bathrooms were spotless, controls up the kazoo that to save on toilet paper
the sewing machinists who smoked the most potent pot known to man commonly
known as “dagga”
didn’t simply wipe their kuk on the
inside flap of the labels, hence today why some manufacturers may choose to
weave the label right into the fabric leaving disgruntled employees having to
seek more creative measures to vent their anger as the top wigs with their dogs
to boot parade foreign dignitaries through their factory floors making a big
deal about nonsense such as “spotless” floors while the workers go
home to shacks and some popcorn on the cob while the big machers make off like
“band-ids” [sic] to places like Vale, Porto Banus, et
al while stopping off to count their ill-gotten gains in places like Zug,
Switzerland, Lichtenstein, Cayman Islands et al having forgotten from where
they come especially those of us who lived just around the corner from places
like Cato Manor just a hop-jump-and-scotch
from the University of Natal South Africa where I passed the time thinking,
“My time will eventually come when I will sock it to these rapacious pigs
and then sum” [non-sic].
Now of course I learned more than a thing
or two from my nannies who picked up after me giving me breathing room to do
what I do best today, i.e. contemplating my navel and of course I remain a Yid
with a healthy id.
SACI “were” [sic] not only the first company in South Africa perhaps in all of
Africa to introduce the STAMP system, a time and motion study specifically
designed for the garment industry that made little more than no sense at all
when one considers that a critical component in the cost of goods, i.e. the
fabric, was nothing more than make believe, the financial bigwigs deciding
right at the point of purchasing the fabric from offshore companies exactly how
much was going to remain in their hands, how much to share with their ignoramus
shareholders, to hell with their employees who were nothing more than slaves of
a State controlled workplace who decided someone’ status by the
“crinkle” in their hair to mention little of no top dog in their
right mind paying their fare share of taxes while giving token amounts to
charity that had them plastering big smiles on their faces all the way to
Timbuktu which is where I plan to deposit these folks and their offspring
unless they start to get with the program and begin anteing up big time, as in
“If not now then when...?”
Of course some of their systems made a
whole lot of sense and of course not all white folk were rapacious, my father
one of the few exceptions and of course my mother made more than a nickel in
her time but she too gave plenty, certainly more than the average “Blow
Joe” good looking housewife who flipped cards while drinking our
family’s brand of Gipsy
tea and coffee while gossiping mostly about my mother who had grabbed the best
looking guy in town with the golden name to boot.
Perhaps those few rapacious who remain in
South Africa wanting to be the big fish in an ever decrepit pool might be also
interested in part of their payback to society giving a hand to manufactures
elsewhere in the world who want to improve say sanitary conditions in places
like along the Inka trails on the way to Machu Picchu, i.e. how
to make certain that the next person to visit the toilet whether it be me or my
dog would “split” on the person before who failed to clean up after
themselves, God forbid they used more than one sheet of toilet paper.
With all that said, you might also find it
of interest how when need be I am able to get folks who play it “fast
& loose” to focus even in
obscure places like Minehead, England who are tasked with taking care of one of
my remaining assets assisting them in mitigating their short hairs getting tied
into knots, at least not on my nickel to mention little of my
grandfather’s watch
and of course Marie is going to blow your socks off when she shows you what she
has done with some of her lingerie stockings while I wonder about things like
splitting atoms “piece by peace”
[sic] and why hairy things like spiders have 8 legs as opposed to other insects
who have 6.
After some 30 odd years Israel
Gevisser’s estate recently got wound up with an offspring of the man we
knew as The Pig raising his voice just a little too high for my liking and of
course I hope to be comforted by Sidney Lazarus that he was just peeing at the
time or possibly thought that my father suffered from some hearing loss which
is all plausible but I am looking for the Lazarus offspring to now be laudable
in their efforts to make up for the shortcomings of those that came before that
now have them in the pound seats.
Israel Gevisser was a founder of the
Moshal Gevisser Group of Companies and of course I am now all wound up, ready,
eager and quite able to get down to business.
Thanks again for your speediness and a
deal that is as close as it gets to making good sense to me as well as your
client. I also need to communicate with my tenants who could very possibly
decide to play “hard ball” with me and “blow up” the
deal and of course just like Gary Glass
got the message in my “watch out” email to mention little of his
subsequent little speech to his ex-wife as he handed over a check, “Now
tell your friend to get off my back” should any tenant decide that I
haven’t been quite fair enough then I will take their peeve to the court
of public opinion, pets to embrace which reminds me I need to make that call to
Kathy Keeton wife of the publisher of Penthouse Magazine.
I will be contacting Shawn first thing
tomorrow morning to get me the email addresses of each of my tenants and I
don’t think it should take them all of 24 hours to get back to me to let
me know how appreciative they are of my being such a good landlord all these
years barely and rarely increasing their rents while forcing me to live in the
“poor house” below the likes of Sammy Haim who
I had hoped to communicate with today informing him of an offer that I
don’t think he too can refuse.
Alan, you must understand that since my
time is limited I have to use all the leverage I can get out of each and every
communication, remembering that I am appealing to an audience of some 360 odd
individuals who trust me represent a statistically valid sample of the
world’s population which I heard earlier today is almost 6.3 billion.
From:
Sent:
To: gsg@sellnext.com
Subject:
Gary, thanks for your cooperation in trying to put together a successful transaction at 1431 Stanford Ave. I'm waiting to here from by client. I will get back to you as soon as possible!!!!! By the way, Shawn was very helpful in showing the units.
I just spoke to my client...... here's his offer. He would purchase the
building "as is" no more inspections!!! No termite, no contingencies
at all. All cash to you, 60 day escrow, or sooner or longer, just depends how
long it would take to vacate all units.
If this is satisfactory to you, I will procede to write the offer and get a deposit check from my client.
Please get back to me as soon as possible.
Thank you again for all your help.
Sincerely,
(310) 202-9166 ex. 403
