While I certainly love massive piles of garbage, I also enjoy imagining what might have gone on in more simply furnished rooms. Today’s pics all come from the same house on the edge of the exurbs. I imagine that teenagers had taken the home over, leaving a wake of pop cans, pizza boxes, and crash-pads. Above we have a simple pull-out sofa, some sort of desk, and a Pow-R-Nozzel, which is an electric attachment for a vacuum cleaner that helps get a truly deep clean. I do not believe this attachment had been used recently.
The second bedroom is what I would have had if I were a mildly delinquent seventeen-year-old. You can easily imagine a TV and video game combo placed against the wall where, between sips of Pabst, you’d shoot zombies or run the option or rescue the princess or whatever video games have as goals these days. Then, when the Dorito dust and beer buzz got too much, you’d just move over to the mattress. Soon the sun would shine through the window and you’d have another glorious day to do it all over again.
If that bedroom weren’t enough, the shed behind the home came equipped with this sweet lounge-style chair. Were the chair upholstered in red vinyl and finished with brass rivits, I could imagine it in the corner of the piano bar at a second-rate casino off Fremont Street where the only patron is a grinning stick figure (see left wall). Instead, it looks like it’s cowering in the corner of this ramshackle shed at the end of the line. I guess that’s what it is. The end of the line.