Now, I’ve lived in some serious shit holes, with some seriously messy people. One particular flat-share in Valencia saw one of the flatmates (an Italian drug-dealer) get dragged off to the funny farm, leaving his clothes, dogs, mates, industrial-sized drugs-stash and smell cluttering the place up. But this*, is something special…
“As we approached the door, there were beer boxes, all the way up to the ceiling.” Inside, he took just a few snapshots to document the scene. Beer cans by the tens of thousands. Mountains of cans burying the furniture. The water and heat were shut off, apparently on purpose by the tenant, who evidently drank Coors Light beer exclusively for the eight years he lived there.
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* = thanks to homer on the lounge for this
