What shit holes have you guys lived in?? A buddy of mine was over last night for some deck beers in the sun and we got to laughing about some of the places we've lived back in our younger days. I've lived in 2 real beauty's, let me tell you. Well, I lived in my car for 3 nights but that's another story......
When I first moved to VT in 86' I found this place called The Bunk House to live in. I didn't have any cash so I did chores to pay my rent ( the owner made out better than I did). The house itself was trashed out, garbage all over, wreaked of cat piss, cats all over upstairs, and we lived in the basement. I lived with 6 other ski instructors in this place for a total of 7 of us in the basement. 2 guys shared a room, the rest of us had our own "closets" to call home. We shared one bathroom as well as a common room with a makeshift kitchen. Our only responsibility was to be at the mountain by 8:30 ready to ski, so you can imagine what went on there. Phew, I'm glad I survived the 2 years I lived there.
From there another instructor found the palace!!! We had our own place!! I was a hunting cabin that somehow we made work as a year round residence. in the winter time our only heat was a wood stove so you can imagine how many times the water would freeze. LOL We slept in sleeping bags because the place was so friggin cold. We would have snow on our sleeping bags from the cracks in the walls where the snow would blow through. It truly was a party palace.
Ah yes, the life of a ski bum. Every night was a Friday night and everyday was a Saturday
This is a great idea for a thread. I've lived in some serious shitholes over the years but it sounds like Camp has me beat. I also heated with a wood stove when I was a ski bum in Tahoe. The cabin I shared with four or five other lifties had propane but we figured we couldn't afford to refill it so we left the heat off. In the fall we went around to a couple construction sites and loaded the scrap piles in the back of my van. That wood burned so fast and so hot it was ridiculous. Later on I shoveled out the ashes and there were tons of nails and screws and staples in there. Fun times. When I worked at Killington I lived under a bar in an old broken down hotel with a bunch of total strangers. Last year I posted a pretty crazy story about how my groceries ended up getting pissed on in that place. Later on I came home from work one day and found a big sticker on the door saying the place was condemned and unfit for habitation.
I stayed out of frat houses, but lived in a few dumps. The worst was my favorite, an old farmhouse in shit condition, but rent was $450 split between three guys. When you are making $150 a week, that is the nice price. There was at least one rat that would show up sometimes. Did you ever see a rat gallop through your kitchen? Nasty.
The worst worst was the place Zelda lived when I met her. I had a sign above the door that said "The Palace." The floor was always dirty no matter how much you cleaned it from this super crappy furnace.
"If it's my mountain, I'm installing a fixed grip and telling the lifties to stuff the beginners into chairs as aggressively as they have to to keep it going full speed." —Brownski