Filth and Peril

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When someone asks you if you want to see how the Mad Dog lives, you say no. Anyone who has ever accused me of being messy really needs to visit the apartment we went to on Saturday night. Will and I were at our usual haunt in Greensburg, and ended up hanging out with a couple of waiters. We stopped by one of their apartments and stumbled onto a scene out of Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

The wadded sock that was stuffed where the doorknob belongs should have signaled what we were going to see inside. The pictures don’t begin to explain this post-Katrina replica. The funniest sight might have been the vacuum cleaner in the corner. As if the scenery wasn’t enough, we were introduced to plate baseball, an interpretation of America’s pastime that involves throwing dishes in the air and breaking them with a hand ax. There was also buck knife twirling and swordplay afoot. Needless to say, we got out of there pretty fast. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go see what I find with this lice comb.

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  • mundis

    After seeing this place, I’m glad I didn’t make it up this weekend.

  • http://deleted Brandon

    That makes me feel better. When I think my apt. here is messy, I’ll just refer to these pictures for comparison. Man, that is rough looking!

  • A.W.

    I just threw up a little in my mouth.

  • W

    I never laughed so hard in my life while we were there. We were laughing so hard that the tennant was telling us to quiet down. The funny part is, I’m sure after the shuriken throwing practice against the bedroom door, and the plate/random glass object baseball, the neighbors were going to be pissed at the loud laughter. If I never have a more surreal hour in my life, I won’t be surprised.

  • Alan

    The nurf football and what looks like a 40 are definate bathroom necessities. The shower curtain on the floor makes me think of the shower scene from Psycho. Wow.

  • Mom

    Didn’t you mother ever tell you not to go with STRANGERS????? You could have been buried in that apartment and never seen again!!

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