Weird NJ type house. A REAL skeleton hug in a cage above her fton door. Keys,CDs and shiny objects littered the trees with yarn hanging and dazzling in the breeze. The house had tarps and bare wood as its finish. Mounds of dirt which looked liike army trenches lead up to a hill in the yar with a cannon and a water fall toliet. It had many more oddities inside. The bread box was filled with more skulls and bones. Her fathers room walls were covered in mega chip boards which lead up to it creating the city sky line in the night. Her room was painted pink with tons of collaging and art she had made on the walls. She had tons of colorful and exciting clothing she wore. She was never short of givig you something from her collections. She mainly collected liqour bottles in a china cabinet. Her back yard had more tarp covered sheds and many random old broken things stored neatly. In the spare room was stacked floor to ceiling with computer equipment. Welll anyway we spent years after spending all of our time together.. throug ouit where ever I moved andeverything I did she was there and we would remain friends laughing and talking. I will forever miss her and could write a book about all my experinces. It was a very very fine time in my life and ill never forget this wonderful friend. Rest in peace you will always have a place in my heart.
