| Hell On Earth; Or My Rendition |
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| Well, for 6 months last year, I lived in what was known as hell. Nothing was fit to be in there. The place was a mess; and I mean a mess. I lived with 4 (apparently) grown up males, but they didn't know the first thing about cleaning. I tried to keep the place decent looking, but decided after 2 months that it wasn't worth it. Noone else cared if anything did get done, let alone if it got done at all. Here are some photos. Warning, they are not for the faint of heart. |
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| Yep...that bath tub used to be white. WHITE. I cleaned it not too long before this photo was taken, and even then, I couldn't do much with it. As you will also note, the faucet is broken...as usual. |
| This photo illustrates the bathroom sink. The sink was that putrid skin tone, but was rusting from the tap. The water pressure was something close to non-existant. That water jug was for filling the sink via the bath tub. Empty toilet paper rolls were abound, usually around the toilet itself. I won't show the photo of the toilet. I'm sure you don't need to barf. |
| The hallway and livingroom. All that dirt you see is throughout the hallway, leading upstairs and downstairs. The rug in the livingroom was hardly ever vacuumed, and that sheet covering the window had so many holes, another sheet was put up (!) to ensure privacy. Privacy - yeah right. A 7 foot fenced in backyard that never got mowed. In the backyard was my bike, along with a spare tire (flat), a car battery (dead), window washing fluid (full), bbq (rusted out), and numerous other things that used to belong to cars of some sort. The couch on the left side of the photo was vinyl, and at the end closest to the table, you never sat there unless you didn't want to procreate ever again. I used to have my whole home theatre in the livingroom, until someone stole a video from me. Then my computer, receiver, VCR, tape deck, floor speakers, and surround speakers all went into my room. Under lock and key. Ingrateful bas..... I won't even get into how much they scratched my pots and pans in the kitchen before I set the law down. Believe me, I could write a novel. |