Jessica Fulk’s Incoherent Babbling: Are KC Houses Real or Am I Hallucinating?

Mansions, Shacks, and Why Can’t I Remember the Difference Between a Duplex and a Townhouse Anymore?

[Sound of something falling] Ow. Shit. Is this thing on? Whatever. It’s… what day is it? Who cares. It’s me. Again. Can’t sleep. Houses. Everywhere. Make it stop.

Neighborhoods That Might Be Fever Dreams

Okay, so Sunset Hills Kansas City. Is that… is that even real? Or did I make it up? It’s like… you know when you’re a kid and you draw a house with crayons? Yeah, but someone built it. Full size. And people live there. I think. Do people live there? Are any of us really living? And then there’s… [long pause] what was I saying? Oh! Whispering Hills Lenexa. More like “Screaming Confusion Hills.” It’s like… it’s like if houses could have an identity crisis. Tudor? Ranch? Moon base? Yes.

Housing Types That Make Me Question Reality

Town homes. Duplexes. What’s the difference? Is there a difference? Maybe they’re all just… houses. Maybe we’re all just houses. Deep, man. Deep. [Sound of liquid being poured] Is this coffee or yesterday’s wine? Only one way to find out.

Investors and Their… Words

People keep asking about pros and cons of having a real estate license as an investor. Pro: You get to… do stuff. Con: You have to… do stuff. There. Nailed it. I think. What was the question again?

I’ve Lost The Plot

Houses. Right. They’re… they’re buildings. People live in them. Sometimes. Unless they’re ghosts. Can ghosts buy houses? Note to self: Google “ghost realtors” later. Is it normal to forget what a front door is? Asking for a friend. The friend is me. I’m the friend. I need… something. Food? Sleep? A time machine to go back and choose a different career? Maybe I’ll become a… what’s a job that doesn’t involve buildings? Professional cloud namer? Is that a thing? If anyone needs me, I’ll be… somewhere. Probably. Unless I’ve turned into a house. Can people turn into houses? I feel like I’m turning into a house. I’m going to bed. Or to stare at the wall and try to remember what windows are for. Same thing, right? [Unintelligible mumbling fades out]