The bank will know if ate not living in one of the units.

I didn't drink when my friends would invite me out and barely ever ate out.

When, I combined all that education, as a Reading Teacher, I ate it all up and formulated a plan to utilize the frozen equity stuck in the pricey wildly appreciating San Diego area condo's we purchased. 

If you can't put another unit on the land, then it's value is close to zero unless you can sell it to an adjoining owner and they know they and one other person ate the only potential buyers.

At first it was an intense interview of me, and then we ate dinner and I was told to go back up to the hotel room or go back to the gambling floor while they talked. 

I just listened to a TED talk that outlined the inevitability of artificial intelligence taking over the world. 80% of current jobs are service-based, and robots will very soon be able to replace all of them.

I took a lightening fast shower, ate breakfast and was on site to look at the property before 8 a.m.When I say you have to stop what you’re doing, I mean it.

Some of these 2-3 flats ate up a hell of a lot of our time. 

My first property was an alligator by my standards today, because it ate me alive.It was a very small SFH (2 BR, 1BA) that I bought for $55K in 1983, lived in it for two years (single at the time), then rented it out for two years before I sold it (90K) to buy a house with my wife.I rented it for $600 which barely covered the mortgage, let alone anything else. 

@Chris MessersmithI think the computer ate my link...http://realtormag.realtor.org/commercial/feature/article/2007/01/getting-started-commercial-real-estate