November 15, 2014
this neighborhood already went to hell, and tomorrow I get to find out what comes after that.
even the foreclosed crumbling rat-packed house that no people have lived in for years has freshly mowed grass, and has consistently since May. I did not always have time to personally inspect it but courteously the deed-doer made certain I could hear the process. Who is paying for it? Who is it supposed to impress when it is partnered with a house that looks like somebody got murdered in it, then came back to life, climbed onto the roof and jumped off?
Yes, I took the previous picture on a sunnier day, but that does not mean the light does not turn grey and condemnatory whenever the house is looked at directly.
There is DUCT TAPE on the chimney! My house does not even have a duct taped chimney, and I am someone with a toilet on my back porch.
AND I am at a point where I do not even realize having a toilet on my deck is out of the ordinary so I had to go outside just now to take the picture in the dark with a flash instead of during the daytime when I took the other pictures, and I am saying the neighboring house is a horrid heap that is going to bring down my splendid heap’s value!
Perhaps making an offering to our patron saint will improve my fortunes.
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PurpleSpace sez:
I think the boarded up door is the most striking feature! Duct tape is so bourgeois!
Indighost sez:
Do you live as idyllically close to the beach as it appears you do in photo #2?
Frimpinheap sez:
space: duct tape is also, as I am surprised is rarely noted, suspiciously close to duck tape. Know this: I buy no duck’s tape!
ghost: That is not the beach. That is the edge of the world. Each year it gets closer. If we do not sell this house soon we will be consumed by the void, and then NOBODY is going to want it.