Sorry for the delay, Geezer. I spent most of the day on the beach in Miami, and I’m back from the Mets game now. One downfall about always sitting in the front row is not being able to see any tits bouncing around. And these Miami girls wear me out. They start their
days at 10 pm and want to go out to dinner at 11 pm. What the fvck is that? I want my blowjob at 10 pm and in bed by 11 pm. But don’t worry - I’m staying at my usual nice place and not the ghetto Ritz Carlton with the 3.5 rating that the middle class guy boasts about.
I believe the bedrooms that you were referencing behind the glass wall were in the $2M+ property that was on the market in the same building as mine in SLC. That's not my property. I have two properties in the same building - one considered a townhouse and one considered a loft - and I think you may be confusing a mix of all three of them. Both have the exposed metal, modern/industrial look. The loft has a narrow living space but no fireplace. The townhouse isn’t narrow anywhere. The loft is, by far, the smallest and lowest priced of my properties, but it’s also probably my favorite.
Here is the downstairs. The upstairs is the cooler part of it. 14’ ceilings upstairs, a huge window with a remote electric projection screen, and a 12' long sheet metal map that the best Park City ski resort used to have at the base of the mountain.
My deed covers the courtyard area, so I have a nice spot outside with this little place. My maturity level has a blast with the wall during the winter when the ivy isn't on it. Instead of putting the projector screen down, I project through my window and it shows quite well on the concrete wall. When I was new, I would find out the names of other people who live there through the owner's portal. I would then find social media pictures of them and project one of their images on the wall with a fake "happy birthday, Jim" or simply "hi." I would receive random notes left on my door of residents telling me how much they loved it, but then one lady complained to the HOA board, and they asked me to not put pictures of residents up anymore. So whenever I wasn't home, I started projecting a different famous person each day. One day it might be Bob Ross the painter, another day may be Beavis & Butthead, another day may be Madonna. I'm sure it irritated the lady, but then I bought the bigger place and moved in there. The smaller place, strangely, has been rented out for close to three years to a younger couple who moved from a small town in Iowa. They own a house in Iowa and originally said that they were just taking six months to get away and then would go back. But they have both gotten jobs and, from the little I hear from them, seem to love SLC and living in the loft.
Yeah, it's all fantasy. I just knew that Geezer was going to ask me today about that place, so yesterday, I sent a bunch of text messages making it look like I was having work done on it.
