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Matt texted me a few days ago and asked me if my apartment had burned down. I told him that I hadn't been there in half an hour, but that I was pretty sure it hadn't. Then I was nervous for however long it took me to get home.

I bet he was talking about this other house, close by. At 10th and a half and Heights Boulevard. Just noticed it today, on a walk. Had to drop off some bills.

Now that house, that place was burned to the fucking ground. I walked all around it. Chimney shot up to the sky, all alone. It was a two story, and excepting for the one on the bottom-right, you could see into every single room. The colors of the walls, the shit hanging on the walls, the mantle, the stairs...you could literally see everything in the place. The furniture, a  ton of carpet, and a bunch of shit too far gone to recognize were all heaped by the side of the house. Next to a brand new Corvette. Found that odd- the Corvette.

But back to that bottom-right room. It was still entirely intact. No fire had touched it. I walked by it last, and that's when I saw it. Through the window, a TV screen was glowing. A flat-screen. A big one.

Someone was in that bombed-out, burned-down house, watching television. In the only room that still had a roof over it, a person was using electricity that still fucking worked and watching television. I recognized the show that was playing on the screen, almost instantly. In the time it took to walk one block, I forgot it. What a shame.


I've never done acid, never will. But people I know who have- they've described acid flash-backs to me. Seeing that TV playing in that house- that's as close as I'm gonna get. Fucking surreal.