From:
Gary S. Gevisser
Sent:
To: susan
Cc: Jrk
et al
Subject:
Susan hello again. I assume u r back from lunch and clearly
u r not out to lunch to mention little once again of u possibly being the cause
of the Krinsks replacing their entire wood flooring although there is still the
possibility of u getting in a claim against his homeowners policy and if not
his Professional Liability coverage for the “breach of trust” to mention little
of the “proper & adequate” care shown toward u when Mr. Jose Cuervo, their
dog, decided to take a chunk out of you lip.
No doubt Mr. Krinsk with support from former U.S. attorney
Mr. Howard Finkelstein Esq. would argue in an attempt to mitigate the Krinsks’
damages that by starving his dog he was ultimately doing the world a favor just
like my dog, Pypeetoe,
who has fangs much like a Rattlesnake,
all geared toward removing any excess fat, doubtful though a jury would buy
such an argument.
And why when it comes to taking care of his personal
insurance claims Mr. Krinsk chooses the cowardly approach, intimidating the
hell out of arbitrators, and of course u know all about his recent incredible
victory where the arbitrator was willing to compensate Jeffrey sufficiently to
have afforded Campbell Soup another pair of alligator shoes
although I must tell u I don’t recalling Jeffrey saying anything about his wife
owning as part of 200 odd pair of shoes even one made of leather let alone an
endangered species, possibly when folks like u and I r not around Jeffrey R.
Krinsk Esq. has Campbell Soup wearing slip-slops, u know those sandals made of
plastic, agree?
It is going on 3:30PM PST and I am about to call it a day
myself and head over to join Marie, husband + wife teams the very best
combination assuming of course one knows a thing or too about going with the
flow and I will not digress into Revlon’s Outrageous Shampoo or
Ronald “The
Finagle King” Perelman that now has Mr. Krinsk and I joined at the hip
ad-infinitum.
With all that out of the way, below is the most current rent
roll of my property located at 1431 Stanford Street, Santa Monica, as of last
month prior to the commercial tenant in unit #4 giving me notice that they are
vacating November 1st.
Unit 1 – 2 bd 2 bath - $1,x
Unit 2- 2 bd 2 bath - $1,x
Unit 3 – 2 bd 2 bath - $1,x
Unit 4 – 2bd 2 bath - $2,x
Unit 5 – 2 bd 2 bath - $1,x
Unit 6 – 2 bd 2 bath - $1,x
The final
map which you can see in the previous hyperlink was approved back in 1994
and renewed a couple of years ago resulting in each of the 6 units being
granted their own track number, i.e. condominium.
Again, unit 4 has been rented by a construction company for
the past 3 odd years. Their rent hadn’t been increased in more than 2 years; I
seem to recall increasing it $100 per month to $2,x after the first 6 months,
my failing over the past year or so, probably closer to two years, even billing
them for their gas and electric utilities.
I am responsible though for [the] building’s water and common area electric
bill, not to forget there is a communal washer and dryer that provides me with
spare change on those occasions when I visit Santa Monica, probably though no
more than $25 per month which the manager in unit one uses to defray the cost
of postage, i.e. all net cash getting reported on my tax returns.
Again my focus these days being elsewhere which is not to
suggest that the tenant-manager in unit #`1 couldn’t have managed the building
a whole lot better than me by remote control, my now being on a short leash to get this email
completed in the next few minutes.
Suffice to say I have got heap loads of benefit including
lots of toilet reading material for my book Manager Minute One from
always playing it “straight up and down” and of course I can play the fool as
well as just about anyone other than Mr. Krinsk who is copied on this email,
Jeffrey making mostly white peoples’ hair stand on end as he twirls them around
his little finger my preference for being around more “suntanned” individuals,
my wife, u and Campbell Soup et al all the incredible good looking white women
hanging around the Krinsk household the clear exceptions to
mention little of my tendency to go “backwards & forwards” as prescribed in
Quantum Mechanics which sumtimes has folks vomiting be4 reaching the loo, i.e. toilet in
English.
Butt don’t
even try making the connection between myself and my more well known cousin,
Mark Gevisser, who is a homosexual, other than the fact that he is my relative
through sexual intercourse, to mention just in passing that there could be more
than anecdotal evidence from other species that when the population of any
species, men and women without much of a doubt a different species altogether,
get burdensome, the level of gay sex tends to increase perhaps even
exponentially; granted at this time I might have sum difficulty connecting all
the dots.
As I said I plan to spend most of what remains of my time on
spaceship earth traveling “back & forth”
and my hope is to be back at the top of Machu Picchu later this year and who
knows Jeffrey and Mr. Jose Cuervo who I assume is also bi-polar could join
“Marie dNA I”
[sic] + Pypeetoe
at our equatorial palace which is not tu suggest that Campbell Soup be
precluded from another possible celebration, I am still recovering from this
weekend’s partying
that had our neighbor Patti who u
see in the previous hyperlink rethinking selling her $1 million + house to
someone like Jeffrey looking for [a]
safe
haven, never though did I get around tu asking her why she chose, a number like
$1,950,000, as opposed to making it simply too million dollars, period.
I am though not quite certain how my investment in two
houses at the base of Machu Picchu is doing at this time, perhaps the only
idiot north of the Mexican
border to be investing in a spot where the folks have learned a thing or two
from the worst of the Gringos,
i.e. Bill “Wallpaper” Clinton to mention just in passing my having chosen the
very worst too photographs I could find of our friend Jose that u c in the
“Patti” hyperlink as well as the “Mexican” hyperlink next tTOo Marie, the time
showing 8:45PM PST not all that long be4 a handful of sheriff deputies decided
to drop by, Jose having all the features of a Mexican gentleman but capable of
thinking just as pervertly as any white man I know, to mention even less of
what became of the drunk driver who chose to go down our cul-de-sac in an
attempt to evade the officers perhaps thinking that after
smashing into a handful of parked cars on 27th
street he could then ditch the car and catch the train that passes, the railway tracks dividing
our street from the Del Mar Fair grounds, nothing worse than being grounded
unless of course u were to think I was “skating on thin ice”
to mention little of my father’s
foray during WWII as a fighter-bomber-pilot when after bombing the wrong target he
and his buddies went off to Canne in the south of France to feast, now click on
to 1 FAIR MISS.
Pypeetoe, by the way, who gets the first part of his name
from Pythagoras, the first scientist+ mathematician, the “Peetoe” because he
continues to pee on his toes, was in fact just yesterday peed on by another dog;
that last hyperlink showing Pypeetoe’s ribs exposed and why my Wednesday
Chicken Pot Pie lunch at Rainwaters with Jeffrey is so critical to the survival
of my “god” [sic].
Tomorrow, I have a date set with Marie to add the finishing
touches to a “masterpeace”
[sic] she began working on the other evening which is geared toward translating
into words sum of the math equations that have been circulating in my head for
sum time in an effort to bring more balance to this world,
Marie having far more formal math training than me to mention little of why
women, far better at multi-tasking than men, should rule the world, men left at
home perhaps with the help of the entire fricken village to raise the children
with nothing more than a pot to pee, nothing wrong with a bit of pot if it
would help keep their testosterone better in check, assuming of course they
haven’t let their pitiful
formal education
interfere with their learning.
Most people r raised with the notion that “business &
personal” should not “mix”
but I happen to have a contrarian view to this, my being pretty well grounded
in “Chaos Theory” and although I do in fact, like most men, listen better than
what the majority of women give us credit 4, I can only talk about what best
works 4 me which is to always tell the truth; and of course I have had my share
of mistakes which come as result of not “bad luck”, luk
non-existent in my vocabulary, but failing to simply pay attention to things
that matter most which all come free as in “sun+wind+currant=climate”
[sic].
Again, my focus is to eliminate all the distractions in my
life right now and focus on the things I know a thing or tTOo
about. Jeffrey thinks I should consider changing the title of my book to Tu
Minute Manager but then I would have [tu]
waste time thinking about how the heck to spell too, which brings u to the hub of the
100 odd websites that r in various stages of launch all geared toward resolving
conflict without going the lawsuit route while keeping the likes of Mr. Krinsk
gainfully employed.
It may look like a 3-year-old has been programming this
NextraTerresTrial.com website but it is all geared toward kids 3 years and up
not growing up to become adult diks, that all the kids of the “wor.d”
[sic] r our futures and we should there4 empower them to parent the parents who
need the most help.
Now of course I am sick
but don’t even suggest that I suck, and
of course I am jealous of my dog who despite having his balls cut off can twist
around in so many fricken ways that I just want tu cry to mention
little though of the strokes each one of us raised in brain dead societies such
as South Africa or perhaps worse yet, Del Mar, California where a good number
of kids at the local high school arrive at school in their fancy cars, few
porches though, mostly BMWs which brings me to the point of how many t-shirts along with bumper
stickers do u think we could sell these kids that say,
THE MEEK WITH TEETH SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH.
The bottom line, best expressed in terms of the $64,000 question is that I
am a very eager seller wanting to make the most of the precious time I have
left, at least this go around, well aware that the only tenant at market rent
today is unit number 6 who moved in a couple of months ago.
This unit along with #5 is in the back of the building
facing an alley way, i.e. can be quite noisy especially if Jose’s 17 remaining
siblings, all from one mother, come calling to mention in passing his 3rd
brother producing 18 offspring of his own, the founders of this Roman
Catholic Church quite incredibly Jewish, wouldn’t you agree?
So why do u think the Pope looks so much older than his
years?
Suffice to say that getting an email from me is enough to
either ruin or make up 4 an incredibly boring day, take your pick.
And of course any idiot can be crude which is why I hang
around Marie who said it best, “When the dialogue becomes two monologues it is
the beginning of the end.”
Again, I am undoubtedly “hot tu trot” to put this
baby out to pasture.
I consider this property nothing short of an albatross
around my neck even though like everything else I have touched it has returned
for me nothing short of big time gold, one man’s waste is another’s
treasure, this one deal without a doubt the worst business deal “$ 4 $” I have
ever done; I am willing though to give besides for the fact that I have clear
title, a $340K odd mortgage, just one assurance, that anyone who treats me
right on this deal as with every deal I have ever done where folks do right
with me, will return for them nothing short of “aces.”
But don’t have me define “aces” much like the one
co-executor of my estate Mr. Devin Standard
placed this past Friday
his arm
outstretched trying to impress upon me the difference between “black as the
ace of spades” the “color” of his cellular telephone cover versus his skin tone
which probably most reasonable people who r not colorblind would argue is
sumwhat brown, black and white as I am sure u know r not colors.
Marie though, thinks I am colorful
despite my pitiful body + ugly “duck”
looks, my thinking just until the other day that I had somewhat decent legs
which reminds me of the need to replace the laces on my shoes tu mention just
in passing how incredibly pitiful it was that Mr. Devin Standard who spent 2
days visiting with us felt the need to let me know that he is aware of much
uglier looking wheaty eating white boys.
There are no tricks to this property, although an insurance
company inspector identified sum crack in the concrete which could pose a “slip
& fall” problem apparently in the rear driveway by the southeast corner of
the building, in his-her words, “a trip-and-fall hazard” although my manager
who is not blind, nor is he deaf, certainly not dumb, could find no such
“threat” bearing in mind that I have never been a pig at the trough,
knowing perhaps “better most Joe Blows” [sic] when
to go in and get
out without getting my short hairs caught in a knot which
is not tu say my being negative on all investments outside of intellectual
property has in any way, shape or form, “▲ed” from when we
spoke at 11:44AM PST this morning for 25 minutes and 52 seconds, so what do u
think of my “Goodbye Beat” which can be accessed in the previous hyperlink.
And,
again, just everything I say is relatively speaking.
The “naughty Jewish girls” in units 2, 3, and 5 who failed to
simply answer my one question as to
what they recall our arrangement when they first came “begging” 4 a spot to
hang out all these years are in many ways par for the course of those who
forget so easily how good a friend I have been but like with anyone else who
has done me down I can only wish them well, over the fast-farce.
U can see from the last hyperlink that I take “no
prisoners” even when it comes to my own incredible family members should
they play it just a little “fast & loose” with me which brings me to the
website www.sellnext.com telling u
pretty much everything about me.
And of course I am in to “grinning and bearing” the right
offspring teaching kids more about the meaning of life and why the need 4
simple “dos & don’ts” as opposed to ridiculous slogans such as “Don’t do
drugs” and a whole bunch of commentaries from rabbis, priests and mullahs
fixated on catering to [a]
handful of folks who fiddle them like puppets on a string learning exactly what
from their fricken parents who most of us know so little about having done
sometimes even worse things than those from former generations who are a whole
lot more lost given the fact that they have done not all that great themselves
in bequeathing to their offspring a world, seemingly today, in a whole lot more
chaos than at any time in history.
One cannot blame the kids, the blame game though must surely
end or we will all end up at the bottom of the barrel, the world most assuredly
is endless, in the words of my incredible wife, I “can be your best friend or
worst nightmare, blah
bah, take
your pick” if u so much as play it just an ounce
“fast &
loose.” with me or a loved one, 1932 a year to remember, just one year that we
r all paying 4 at this time, the lack of “love” i.e. trust and respect in our
government about to bite each one of us in our rear end, big time.
And on that note I want to spell out clearly that I would
expect nothing short of you doing your own exhaustive due diligence on this
property baring
in mind that I make no representations other than the rents I am currently
receiving as well as the fact that I own “clear title” to the property; all
other records in “safe keeping” which if required will take me away from what I
do best, i.e. responding to fast balls thrown at or near head, although I have
yet to deposit this month’s rent checks and
perhaps more incredibly they have not got lost other than 4 a few hours the
other day.
Take care,
