The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself PHYSICALLY ILL at the phrase "implied life estate" which Reginald had to learn about the hard way in 2017 when his cousin Darren claimed verbal rights to the good parking spot at Thanksgiving and PRODUCED A NAPKIN DRAWING AS EVIDENCE. You stand before this bench having lost eight thousand dollars to a man whose entire legal strategy consists of a photograph of two people shaking hands, and yet The Court cannot fully condemn you because real estate school is DESIGNED to prepare you for situations that will never occur while leaving you defenseless against the actual horrors lurking in American basements. Sixty hours of your life, counsel, devoted to a transaction torpedoed by someone who has apparently been marinating in that basement since the Obama administration waiting for his moment to deploy the phrase "my father would have wanted this." The seller's agent asked about encumbrances and received the answer of someone who genuinely believes that a human man consuming electricity and producing dishes in your lower level is somehow categorically different from a lien, which honestly is a philosophical position The Court finds both incorrect and DEEPLY fascinating in its wrongness. You googled "implied life estate" during a live call which is the professional equivalent of performing surgery while reading WebMD and yet THIS IS WHAT THE PROFESSION HAS COME TO. The brother remains in that basement like a legal barnacle, the house will sell eventually to some poor soul who will also fail to ask the right questions, and Reginald must now adjourn because he has just remembered his own brother-in-law has been "temporarily" staying in his guest room since 2019 and suddenly this feels VERY PERSONAL.