It was 1997. I was 25. We (me, DJ, Corey and Selman) were living in the second version of our frat house, eventually memorialized in a tattoo on my arm as Tau Epsilon Delta -- the one on Walnut Street in Lebanon adjoined to the Big Bertha convenience store and I had set up my bedroom in the attic. The last photo was one corner of the room ... and this was the rest of it.
Since I lived there through the winter, I had an old school kerosene heater for warmth (thankfully, I never died from the fumes nor did I start the house on fire). All the other necessities that a 25 year old needed were present: a weight bench, a futon (under which lived Little One, the box turtle), and a burgeoning Bat-collection (that has only grown in the two decades after this photo was taken). Speaking of small things like that, take a look at that TV -- I mean TV/VCR combo -- that once served as the primary way I consumed television.
Yes indeed ... attic living whilst in your mid-20's -- some of the best years of one's life.
