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Hello /out/ this is where I sleep sometimes. Pretty much everything you see in the pictures is not my shit (except the blue couch which I got from the curb and brought there) but is from the many other people that come here and leave their shit all over the place. I've been away from the house also for awhile and it was pretty decent when I was last there (the day before Halloween) but now everything has been broken into and smashed and I don't see any signs of anyone still being here, all the important stuff is gone, and there's just this mess here. I have to find my friend and see if she's still alive. I know that day before Halloween there was a fuckload of weed in a package there just sitting in the open and someone is bound to have stolen that and that kind of thing causes fights between the drug addicts.
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All the pictures from here on down. Right now the front windows are smashed and the back door is just open and there's so much crap everywhere. If I can't find my friend I care about I might take all this shit in the house and burn it all. The piles of clothing strewn outside both behind the house and at random intervals down the street make me wonder if my friend is maybe in rehab or jail or something and everyone is just stealing all her shit.
I think nobody is around because the salad dressing is gone and the candles are gone and it's just this awful mess now that nobody is cleaning anymore. I think the rambler though is storing some of his stuff here, I saw his golf clubs, but the rambler has his own shed behind the churches because he's a saint known for levitation so the churches make sure he has his own personal shed.
