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Ah, these pictures take me back. Not that I want to go. Good old 2026 Hilyard. I lived at the Plantation with four or five like-minded guys my junior year of college. We did a lot of what guys our age did, in a house where guys our age had apparently been doing so for decades. Stink, rot, beer, moldy dishes, whiskey, rats, leaks, vomit, and NEVER ANY DAMNED TOILET PAPER! Moral of the story? Don't live with four or five like-minded guys and never rent a house from a man named QUINNEY. I don't want to cast too many aspersions, but the guy was more interested in us paying for gas heat so his pipes didn't break, than he was in paying to fix the half-dozen wide-open leaks in the roof. Not to mention the vermin, the exciting wiring, the lack of smoke detectors and fire extinguishers, the trash filling the house when we moved in... I and my old roommates are all older and wiser now, and miraculously still friends, and we're off doing nifty adult things like this. So I guess we did actually learn something. |