In A Nutshell Remodeling Los Angeles

At seventeen I was going to own a warehouse. In the building I wanted as my own, ten thousand square feet, I was kept in a small corner running my t shirt business. This was my only means of income and I got used to sleeping on the floor, only sleeping when my body absolutely needed it to assure ends met. I felt it was temporary. Every month I would mail a check out to the owner for the eventual and hopeful ownership of the warehouse. There was never a missed dime or date when it came down to it because any inch of a mistake would mean the building wasn’t mine. To this day I have never read a contract so thoroughly. While I didn’t particularly trust the owner, he didn’t seem like a cheat. I was wrong about that. The day of the final payment arrived. I called and called but no one answered. I drove out   to knock on his door and still nothing. By now he had absolutely gotten the check. That evening my nerves struck up at the idea that the owner had made off wit...