So thats what a crack house looks like
Yesterday I had an appointment in a pretty crappy neighborhood (the last house I appraised near there the owner of the house was telling me how they found a dead body in the alley behind their house earlier that week) and the real estate agents listing on the house said it was a “major fixer upper.” I find the street the house is on and am reading the numbers on the houses, I see number 11775 (I’m looking for 11809), after that theres 2 more houses without numbers, then the street dead ends into a freeway. I figure it has to be one of those two houses, probably the house on the corner. Now this house was the crappiest house I’ve ever seen (reminded me of the Munsters house, but with huge piles of junk on the lawn and a car on blocks in the driveway) and I figure it matches the description of “major fixer upper” so I go and knock on the door. A guy obviously on drugs answers the door and I ask if this is house “11809.” He says”Ya I think so, the owners over there go talk to him.” I step inside and there are people passed out everywhere, probably 10 people in the living room alone, I walk over to the owner and again ask “Is this house number 11809.” He says it is and asks why I’m here. I say I was hired to appraise this house and he asks “who hired you?” Obviously he had no idea what I was talking about so I say “You are selling your house right?” He says “No”. So I once again ask “Is this house number 11809?” He responses “809? no this is 789″ I apologize for the trouble and get the hell out of there. I head back to my car and double check the maps to make sure I didn’t miss something. Apparently the street that runs parallel to that street has the same name and the numbers continue over there, I’ve never seen anything like it.
I haven’t decided if this house was stranger then the bodybuilder/obsessed Cher fan house I appraised a while back, but its definately up there. At least my job lets me meet unusual people 