“What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how
infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and
admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like
a god! the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals—and yet,
to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me—
nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.”
William Shakespeare: “Hamlet”

Yesterday I decided it would be a good idea to put that 20 acres of mine up for sale, for a number of reasons, so I contacted the realtor who had the listing when I bought it.

Wow. First off, she showed up with her boyfriend, as if she needed protection from me. That probably wasn’t the reason why, but since he wasn’t invited onto my property by me and had nothing to do with the brokers office whatever, I thought it was rude as hell.

As she jabbered away, her rapid speech and change of expressions, and strangely wrinkled face made clear that she’s a methamphetamine addict. A real greedy one who’s brain cells couldn’t take in the concept that her boyfriend didn’t belong there and an explanation was in order. You know, it’s just a matter of giving a little respect, but hey, drug addicts.

I’d had a nice area cleared of the chaparral and had run water in from the spring, and set up a sink and shower and so forth for camping use. Nothing grand but nice improvements over land you had to hack your way into when I bought it. So first she tried to tell me that it would cost a fortune to get the area expanded enough to build a home there. I told her I’ve done plenty of cat work and I could do a great job in one day with a D-8. “Oh no”, she tried to tell me I was wrong and I’m sure she never sat on a bulldozer in her life. I knew what she was up to, she was trying to downgrade my asking price, because the cheaper a place sells for, the faster and easier it sells and the sooner she makes a commission. Been there, done that.

When that didn’t work, she told me that other places in the area were taking a long time to sell, but on questioning this addlebrain, she admitted that the ones that sold were both higher priced than mine and 5 miles farther back into the mountains on rough dirt desert roads that no one maintained, one sold for $55,000 and the other for $75,000. It has to be a half-hour drive back in to those parcels.

She demanded a 10% commission “because it’s undeveloped land”, even though it’s easily accessible and she only lives 2 miles away.

Then she told me she had plenty of listings for the area and didn’t need any more. Okay, I told her that I appreciated all the reasons she gave me to not sell, that I had a set income, savings and so forth and didn’t need the money, so thanks for coming over to talk about it. In other words, take your listings and shove them, but politely.

It’s not the drugs that made her that way, it’s that some people make better real estate agents than others because they have less scruples. It’s all about greed and that commission. Anything to get it.

This is 20 acres of Southern California high desert land, about 10 miles away from Lake Isabella, near the little historic community of Havilah. It has a year round spring on it that puts out about 240 gallons a day. Not a gusher but enough water for a family if you don’t waste it, and I found another spring in a nearby gully that right now is just a big wet spot and needs to be dug out. Very little flat area but more can be cleared and leveled, as I mention above. The rest is uphill, huge boulders, big pines, very scenic, there’s deer and bear and tons of cottontail rabbits.  The access road goes through the lower edge of the property and I own it. Power and phone are to the parcel.

Land around there with no water brings $2000 an acre and up. I want $50,000 for it.  Yes, the economy is crap, but this is Southern California land. Oh and it’s zoned Everything. I can have cattle, horses, a rifle range, whatever, and an outhouse.  Call me, we’ll do lunch.

Seriously, I’ve been going through a period of disgust toward humans lately and yesterday morning was no help in dispelling that. We elect horrible people for our leaders, have become ugly and obese as a nation, drug addiction is everywhere and people mostly act like idiots. Maybe if there just weren’t so damned many of us, it would be less obvious and more tolerable.


  1. PALADIN says:

    I got to agree, even so called professional people act and live like shitbags now a days.
    It’s rampant, everywhere ya go.
    No wonder the country is going down the bowl, i mean look who these people elected as our President.