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I CLEANED OUT SOME DEAD GUY'S HOUSE

When my parents bought our house in the mid 80s there was a small cottage next to it on the property. The man who lived in it was named Mirecki. He was a Polish immigrant who died a few years before we moved in. As the story goes, he had gone blind and decided to take a nighttime stroll along a back road when BAM--guy got run over by a car. All of his family was back in Poland, so when he died no one came to take any of his stuff. His house sat right next to ours, full of his things, slowly falling apart and keeping raccoons warm for decades.

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It wasn't until last summer that my dad decided to empty it out and tear the entire cottage down. I love bonding, so I volunteered to help. It fucking sucked. The roof had deteriorated to the point that the cottage was basically a convertible, so all of his personal belongings were fused together into this gigantic, mildewy, rotten pile of asscrap. The only thing that kept me going was the hope that I would find a dead body, or at least some old bushy porn. Nothing. However, I did find some really great old slides, newspaper clippings, and photographs he took. In between dry heaving and developing a fear of anything tiny that moves, I also managed to take some pictures of the house and Mirecki's stuff.

The first nine photos are the ones I took of his things and his house, and the rest are slides and photos I found lying around the place.

PS - He's the guy with the round head and tiny mustache.

BOBBY DOHERTY