A year after I visit New Orleans, Katrina hits.
A year after I visit Japan, the earthquake and tsunami hit.
3 months after I move from Hillcrest, it burns to the ground.
I’m afraid that if you give me your empty gas cans, they will melt from my disastrous aura of awesomeness. But I’ll store them for you. Right next to the spider mansions I have yet to destroy.
BTW, learned some interesting factoids about the original owner from our neighbor. Apparently he was a CIA marksman. He would disappear on missions for months at a time. He made his own ammo in the basement. I’ve found rolls of geological maps of the USA in the subfloor, but not sure if that is related. He asked my neighbor if he’d be interested in helping him build an underground firing range under the back yard. Unfortunately he passed before he could accomplish his dream. I probably would have converted it to a bowling alley.
My house gets cooler and cooler the more I learn about it. Thanks again, urbanpyro!
