I came back after a month in Europe and found the house trashed.
It stank of
cigarettes, motorcycle parts in the
living room, busted TV, sofa had all these burn marks. The sink was full of greasy, gray rotting sewage. My brand new
cutting board and rosewood handled knives were warped, cracked and molding in the slime.
John hadn't done the dishes in an entire month, the slobnoxious prick.