On: it burns. When I pee.

Another set of old housing photos. Mom and I drove halfway to pick Nickolias up so that he could stay a week at my place. Judging by my hair and faulty memory this was when I was 17. I guess this house burned down and they hadn't gotten around to knocking it the rest of the way down yet. The sweet spoon that I'm wearing in the last pic was found on the ground in the abandoned subway in Rochester. I took it home, boiled it and got my dad to drill a hole through the handle so that I could have it with me always. It was fantastic for emergency snacking; I still have a problem remembering to bring cutlery. I should probably try to find it next time I'm at my parents house...