Ruin

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I went out on the upstairs back balcony to have a smoke, and I glanced down into the Neighbor's yard to the North of mine, and I was horrified.  Their swimming pool was green.  Not only that, but there were tools left where they'd been set down, before the Belgian husband came home one day to find his ever-so-religious wife schtupping some other guy.  Being a fairly mellow guy, he merely swooped up his things and the kid, and left.

Now their back yard, once the center of their lives, has become a ruin.  The table at which the wife would sit with their minister and her kid, trying in her insane way to ensure he had "the right values" is beginning to rust from the monsoon rains.  As I said, tools and hoses used to keep the garden up lie in the position they were last used in, and the garden has died.  What makes it so damn eerie is that the delapidation of the back yard is so incredibly uniform and so rapid.

I imagine the sons of the last Romanized Britons must have felt this way, looking on the ruins of a villa outside of Londonium.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I went out on the upstairs back balcony to have a smoke, and I glanced down into the Neighbor's yard to the North of mine, and I was horrified.  Their swimming pool was green.  Not only that, but there were tools left where they'd been set down, before the Belgian husband came home one day to find his ever-so-religious wife schtupping some other guy.  Being a fairly mellow guy, he merely swooped up his things and the kid, and left.

Now their back yard, once the center of their lives, has become a ruin.  The table at which the wife would sit with their minister and her kid, trying in her insane way to ensure he had "the right values" is beginning to rust from the monsoon rains.  As I said, tools and hoses used to keep the garden up lie in the position they were last used in, and the garden has died.  What makes it so damn eerie is that the delapidation of the back yard is so incredibly uniform and so rapid.

I imagine the sons of the last Romanized Britons must have felt this way, looking on the ruins of a villa outside of Londonium.

Des the ever-so-religious wife still live there?

It's always interesting when the egregiously righteous lose their place in the sun.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I went out on the upstairs back balcony to have a smoke, and I glanced down into the Neighbor's yard to the North of mine, and I was horrified.  Their swimming pool was green.  Not only that, but there were tools left where they'd been set down, before the Belgian husband came home one day to find his ever-so-religious wife schtupping some other guy.  Being a fairly mellow guy, he merely swooped up his things and the kid, and left.

Now their back yard, once the center of their lives, has become a ruin.  The table at which the wife would sit with their minister and her kid, trying in her insane way to ensure he had "the right values" is beginning to rust from the monsoon rains.  As I said, tools and hoses used to keep the garden up lie in the position they were last used in, and the garden has died.  What makes it so damn eerie is that the delapidation of the back yard is so incredibly uniform and so rapid.

I imagine the sons of the last Romanized Britons must have felt this way, looking on the ruins of a villa outside of Londonium.

Des the ever-so-religious wife still live there?

It's always interesting when the egregiously righteous lose their place in the sun.

Yes.

Her reasoning was, apparently, that he drove her to adultery with another Christian because he drank beer. 

And was apparently to European and thus not wrathful enough for her.

[Kai]

I went out on the upstairs back balcony to have a smoke, and I glanced down into the Neighbor's yard to the North of mine, and I was horrified.  Their swimming pool was green.  Not only that, but there were tools left where they'd been set down, before the Belgian husband came home one day to find his ever-so-religious wife schtupping some other guy.  Being a fairly mellow guy, he merely swooped up his things and the kid, and left.

Now their back yard, once the center of their lives, has become a ruin.  The table at which the wife would sit with their minister and her kid, trying in her insane way to ensure he had "the right values" is beginning to rust from the monsoon rains.  As I said, tools and hoses used to keep the garden up lie in the position they were last used in, and the garden has died.  What makes it so damn eerie is that the delapidation of the back yard is so incredibly uniform and so rapid.

I imagine the sons of the last Romanized Britons must have felt this way, looking on the ruins of a villa outside of Londonium.

Except unlike stone ruins, which look quaint, run down houses in my experience just look, well, run down.

Do you have before and after photos?

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I went out on the upstairs back balcony to have a smoke, and I glanced down into the Neighbor's yard to the North of mine, and I was horrified.  Their swimming pool was green.  Not only that, but there were tools left where they'd been set down, before the Belgian husband came home one day to find his ever-so-religious wife schtupping some other guy.  Being a fairly mellow guy, he merely swooped up his things and the kid, and left.

Now their back yard, once the center of their lives, has become a ruin.  The table at which the wife would sit with their minister and her kid, trying in her insane way to ensure he had "the right values" is beginning to rust from the monsoon rains.  As I said, tools and hoses used to keep the garden up lie in the position they were last used in, and the garden has died.  What makes it so damn eerie is that the delapidation of the back yard is so incredibly uniform and so rapid.

I imagine the sons of the last Romanized Britons must have felt this way, looking on the ruins of a villa outside of Londonium.

Des the ever-so-religious wife still live there?

It's always interesting when the egregiously righteous lose their place in the sun.

Yes.

Her reasoning was, apparently, that he drove her to adultery with another Christian because he drank beer. 

And was apparently to European and thus not wrathful enough for her.

"I'm not really a sinner 'cause LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!" 

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I went out on the upstairs back balcony to have a smoke, and I glanced down into the Neighbor's yard to the North of mine, and I was horrified.  Their swimming pool was green.  Not only that, but there were tools left where they'd been set down, before the Belgian husband came home one day to find his ever-so-religious wife schtupping some other guy.  Being a fairly mellow guy, he merely swooped up his things and the kid, and left.

Now their back yard, once the center of their lives, has become a ruin.  The table at which the wife would sit with their minister and her kid, trying in her insane way to ensure he had "the right values" is beginning to rust from the monsoon rains.  As I said, tools and hoses used to keep the garden up lie in the position they were last used in, and the garden has died.  What makes it so damn eerie is that the delapidation of the back yard is so incredibly uniform and so rapid.

I imagine the sons of the last Romanized Britons must have felt this way, looking on the ruins of a villa outside of Londonium.

Except unlike stone ruins, which look quaint, run down houses in my experience just look, well, run down.

Do you have before and after photos?

I <3 modern ruins. Abandoned subdivisions are my FAVORITE. Well, maybe my second favorite, after abandoned resorts/hotels/theaters. All that grandness, all those dreams, decaying!

[Juana]

I'm waiting for the empty houses in the subdivisions here (those ridiculous McMansions that were built like crazy before the crash) to start to decay. The developers are still taking care of them yet, last I looked.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I'm waiting for the empty houses in the subdivisions here (those ridiculous McMansions that were built like crazy before the crash) to start to decay. The developers are still taking care of them yet, last I looked.

They think that things will turn around and they'll sell.

[Juana]

Which is hilarious. They were going for like $200,000+ when things were good. They're going to be a loss either way, I suspect.
I've mentioned I live outside actual Fresno? A good fifth of the houses around this area are empty or mostly empty subdivisions.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

It seems like a strong sign that something is very, very fucked up when there are 3.5 million homeless people in the US, and 18 million vacant homes.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

HALF of the U.S. population is either impoverished or low income. That's insanity. Our economic system is not just broken; it was bad to begin with. It is a failed experiment.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

HALF of the U.S. population is either impoverished or low income. That's insanity. Our economic system is not just broken; it was bad to begin with. It is a failed experiment.

It's not just us.  The system has broken everywhere.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I went out on the upstairs back balcony to have a smoke, and I glanced down into the Neighbor's yard to the North of mine, and I was horrified.  Their swimming pool was green.  Not only that, but there were tools left where they'd been set down, before the Belgian husband came home one day to find his ever-so-religious wife schtupping some other guy.  Being a fairly mellow guy, he merely swooped up his things and the kid, and left.

Now their back yard, once the center of their lives, has become a ruin.  The table at which the wife would sit with their minister and her kid, trying in her insane way to ensure he had "the right values" is beginning to rust from the monsoon rains.  As I said, tools and hoses used to keep the garden up lie in the position they were last used in, and the garden has died.  What makes it so damn eerie is that the delapidation of the back yard is so incredibly uniform and so rapid.

I imagine the sons of the last Romanized Britons must have felt this way, looking on the ruins of a villa outside of Londonium.

Des the ever-so-religious wife still live there?

It's always interesting when the egregiously righteous lose their place in the sun.

Yes.

Her reasoning was, apparently, that he drove her to adultery with another Christian because he drank beer. 

And was apparently to European and thus not wrathful enough for her.

"I'm not really a sinner 'cause LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!" 

Yeah.  Calvinist.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I went out on the upstairs back balcony to have a smoke, and I glanced down into the Neighbor's yard to the North of mine, and I was horrified.  Their swimming pool was green.  Not only that, but there were tools left where they'd been set down, before the Belgian husband came home one day to find his ever-so-religious wife schtupping some other guy.  Being a fairly mellow guy, he merely swooped up his things and the kid, and left.

Now their back yard, once the center of their lives, has become a ruin.  The table at which the wife would sit with their minister and her kid, trying in her insane way to ensure he had "the right values" is beginning to rust from the monsoon rains.  As I said, tools and hoses used to keep the garden up lie in the position they were last used in, and the garden has died.  What makes it so damn eerie is that the delapidation of the back yard is so incredibly uniform and so rapid.

I imagine the sons of the last Romanized Britons must have felt this way, looking on the ruins of a villa outside of Londonium.

Except unlike stone ruins, which look quaint, run down houses in my experience just look, well, run down.

Do you have before and after photos?

No before pics.  I could take an after pic.

[Anna Mae Bollocks]

I wonder if any states forgot to purge squatters rights laws from the books? Things could get interesting...