a house in Gainseville, circa January 2000

"The house was two stories and, with the exception of the grow room, every inch was covered in newspaper and excrement. The kitchen sink overflowed with week-old plates of spaghetti, curdled bowls of cereal, and a cast iron pan slowly falling apart, spilling its rusty water across the counters and dripping onto the floor where a small incontinent dog sat lapping it up from an abandoned pot of pinto beans that never made it to its destination. The bean water gave the beast terrible flatulence, and it ran wall-eyed and wild from one floor to the next, relieving himself in the kitchen and then dribbling his way up the stairs to the landing which led to the bedrooms. The urine soured the pine boards, and one was left to walk atop a repugnant canine masterpiece, as if Pollock and Warhol had collaborated post-mortem to produce abstract expressionist piss art."