The Porny House
Yes, you read that right… Porny… I am also aware that I just coined a new word.
I can’t drive past an abandoned house without stopping to take a look, I just can’t, it has become a physical impossibility. I can’t always get inside them, but if there is an open door and no people around… I’m inside.
I passed this little gem on my drive southeast yesterday to join my parents and my aunt to zip line for my dad’s 69th birthday. I took the long way… I passed this one, turned around and pulled into the steep driveway, grabbed the camera and the iPhone and climbed the hill.
The main thing that I don’t understand about abandoned houses is, why do they leave all their stuff there??? Clothes, dishes, watches and yes… porn… lots of porn DVDs EVERYWHERE. It’s not like they were VHS tapes and their VCR broke, these were DVDs, current technology.
Maybe, the former resident, who appeared to have been a male, swore off porn and the lifestyle he was leading and just left it all behind to start over… Maybe he died and when people came in to clean up his place, saw all the porn and said “Screw this”.
It’s a lot to think about.
Also interesting about this house, was that there was a bathtub in one of the bedrooms, yet no toilet in the entire house… odd.
I didn’t touch ANYTHING while I was inside the house… and still used a generous amount of hand sanitizer when I returned to the Silver Armadillo…