J Segal Design- Design a Life

So I’m buying a house. I never thought I’d say that again, but it turns out there are houses for sale near me that are cheaper than many used cars. Worse yet, if they don’t sell they will eventually be condemned and torn down. The vacant lots in poor neighborhoods attest to this. At some point it just makes no economic sense to preserve homes where values are in decline. I’ve always had a fondness for homes with “no redeeming qualities,” as I like to say. To say these properties are rough is an understatement. But perhaps there is a diamond in the rough. I’m hoping I found one. I’ve been reluctant to come right out and say that I’m buying this place. Not because it’s a bad place, but I don’t want to be seen as claiming its mine and then it doesn’t work out. But I now have a contract, and I have the funds. Unlikely that it won’t come together at this point. I’ll probably own it by the end of the year. A curious dynamic of cheap houses is they are almost impossible to buy. Agents...

So, somebody may be on their way to kill me. Maybe multiple somebodies. Who could blame them? I’m an asshole, as I’ve said previously. I have no right to be so insulting to people. If I had a Patreon, they’d have kicked me off long ago for the things I say sometimes. They’ve been policing language online lately. The big one, not that any of them are small, called me and in low, serious tones said that if I ever did “XYZ” he’d kill me. I told him to come now. Why wait? He was defending the other one, who I couldn’t call little, who is grown and can certainly defend himself. This one had already issued a threat of his own, including the word “f******” in a belligerent text-rant. He literally censored a curse word in a threat.  So as not to offend anyone prior to their injury or death by his hand, I suppose. The whole thing was a big misunderstanding, and no I’m not giving specific details this time. Suffice it to say I gave my two cents on something that is none of my business...