It a mid-morning day around eleven o’clock and my car just pulled up to an empty spot on the street. I’m on a cross street the house I’m going to is to the behind me and to the left, it’s a busy street, this cross street is not. There is however, very little parking. I open my car door and open up the rear driver side door and grab my bag, walking away from the car I lock the door with my key fab. I head to the sidewalk and walk past an elderly Hispanic man with a long mustache. We trade nods as I make my way to the corner and turn right.
There is a Pizza Place on the Corner connected to a barber shop there are a few people on the street, mostly Hispanic, and they all nod and smile. They see the house I’m walking to and give me their condolences and tell me how he was such a good man. I know he was, but I don’t really care. Am I sad? Yes, but the anger that has built up in me over throws that sadness. I have a hint of what I am walking into but I’m about to find out for sure.
As I walk up I there is a chain link fence the chain links are covered in green rubber. The house in front of me is brown brick and grey siding. The vines have taken over the right side of the house and everything is over grown. There are three wooden steps going down to concrete porch. I fumble with the keys the lock is a bit flimsy but I get the door unlocked.
I pocket my keys and dig into the bag that I brought with me and take out one of the masks I have brought and a pair of rubber gloves. I Putting them on I shake my head as I take a deep breath and open the door. The stench is awful. The door to the left is wide open and in front of me is the steps to the upstairs, however it isn’t climbable, the garbage on the steps is piled high. Mostly cardboard and a box of garbage bags, and one full garbage bag.
Turning back to the open door the room is dark, there is a flat screen television on top of an older wooden television, a pile of clothes and junk to the right as you walk in. To the far right wall on a paneled wall that is made to look like rocks, a broken red chair up against it that is covered in old clothes and mail. A stack of what I can only presume as cum filled tissues piled next to it, to the left the door way to the kitchen that is almost pitch black, but we’ll get back to that. Straight on from the original doorway is the couch.
The place that he died, a ragged old couch that has lost its pattern and color long ago, now with a new color, a giant red brown stain, probably where he was laying when he died. Looking down the carpet under my feet is a throw rug that is disintegrating by the second. I head over to the kitchen and inside the floor is dry rotted and unstable, there are dirty dishes from years ago sitting on the counter, bills and old food from 2008 sitting around. I shake my head and walk out of the kitchen.
Next to the pile of junk there is a doorway, I head over to it and through the door way that used to be a dining room is now a cat room, to be more specifically a cat shit room. Literally, there are boxes of two scoops litter boxes with the tops cut off and inside is filled with dirty cat litter. There are two giant litter boxes that haven’t been scooped out in weeks, and toward the back of the room are no joke, ten two scoops twenty pound buckets also full of dirty cat litter.
With disgust I shake my head again and head into the bathroom. Of course this can’t be a normal bathroom, there is more junk piled up to the right, to the left is the path tub full of more junk and a collection of porn. The toilet is brown and hasn’t been cleaned in at least ten years. I shake my head thinking so this is how this is...
In the Cat Shit room, there is a set of stairs going to the upstairs, I maneuver over to them and climb, there are cat ashes from cremated cats on the steps, a stack of Dean Martin Variety Show VHS boxes that are unopened6, and more cat shit filled boxes. I shake my head and climb the steps to see another bathroom, this one a bit better, the toilet isn’t as disgusting, but the tub is coated with a brown coating… how the fuck is the tub covered in a brown coating you ask? Beats the fuck out of me…
I walk to the right out into the room at the top of the stairs to find the red carpet caked with cat shit, more fucking cat shit then you could shake a stick at, this is my own cat shit empire I guess. I make my way out of the room that has a desk with more porn on it, how wonderful. I head to the next room to find a living room that is bare, a table in the center and armoire with yellow stained white clothing in it, a mattress that is scratched to shit from the cats.
The door to the left of the mattress used to be my old nursery, the bed in it, is brown… again how is this possible? I don’t know. Two more giant litter boxes that haven’t been scooped out and cat shit all over the floor… this entire floor has cat shit caked all over the floor… just an FYI.
In disgust I shake my head and leave the old nursery. There is another door leading out of this second living room and it’s the top of the trash filled stairwell, there is another set of steps leading upstairs from here and I walk up them, the stairs are crooked and unstable, I make the climb and at the top is another living room. Three giant fish tanks that must have once held fish and water… until it all died and evaporated out… it is unrecognizable and brown… again with the brown. There is a small filthy kitchen with old rotten food in it… and that’s about it… This is… I’m not kidding you my reality right now, and this is why I am Angry. Eddie North on the other hand doesn’t have a dead uncle’s estate to deal with right now… and he has this to say to Jason Randall
Eddie North: Go, Fuck Yourself
Eddie North: Go, Fuck Yourself