There was a demolition sale in Ocean City. Art went and bought all the hardwood floors on all 3 levels for 200$.
He and his brother have been working on this Jazz since sunday. I came and helped alittle on sunday. He got all the hard wood floors on the third floor and the second floor was almost done when I came.
I felt kinda bad yesterday, we got there worked for 10 mins and took a break to eat. Art and his brother needed a break and it just so happened to happen when we got there.
This picture looks like a new Jade Tree band. Sassy skanks. The sandwiches Adriana made were boss. Chicken Salad with Apples... honestly really good. So anyway, to get up to the second and third floor you have to danger these stairs. On Sunday I had no problem walking up and down them.
But as you can see the 3rd stair is missing. I was heading up, and it broke off the wall. All day yesterday another group of people were in the house taking everything. They took Toilets, Showers, Bathtubs down these stairs. So it put so much strain on those nails that when I stepped on it, it pretty much had all it could. So I just stayed down stairs for a good part of the day transporting the wood to Jeeps and Trucks. Legs are killing me. Joels tailgate got scratched.. and he got pissed no matter how hard he tries to deny it
After all the wood was loaded I went back up the stairs to help finish the rest of the second floor. The house is a double and the house on the other side had stairs that still existed and werent cut up, so I told art, " Why dont we just punch through the wall and take the other stairs down?"
and thats how we all got down safe from then on. The side we kicked looked like a hole in the wall. but the other side looked fucked up
Demolition Party. Spencer showed up later and helped unload the wood. It started raining and we were running with trash cans of wood down stairs and dumping them in a basement. It was like a long Strong Man competition event, that seemed to never end. We chomped at Respect and called it a night.
He and his brother have been working on this Jazz since sunday. I came and helped alittle on sunday. He got all the hard wood floors on the third floor and the second floor was almost done when I came.
I felt kinda bad yesterday, we got there worked for 10 mins and took a break to eat. Art and his brother needed a break and it just so happened to happen when we got there.
This picture looks like a new Jade Tree band. Sassy skanks. The sandwiches Adriana made were boss. Chicken Salad with Apples... honestly really good. So anyway, to get up to the second and third floor you have to danger these stairs. On Sunday I had no problem walking up and down them.
But as you can see the 3rd stair is missing. I was heading up, and it broke off the wall. All day yesterday another group of people were in the house taking everything. They took Toilets, Showers, Bathtubs down these stairs. So it put so much strain on those nails that when I stepped on it, it pretty much had all it could. So I just stayed down stairs for a good part of the day transporting the wood to Jeeps and Trucks. Legs are killing me. Joels tailgate got scratched.. and he got pissed no matter how hard he tries to deny it
After all the wood was loaded I went back up the stairs to help finish the rest of the second floor. The house is a double and the house on the other side had stairs that still existed and werent cut up, so I told art, " Why dont we just punch through the wall and take the other stairs down?"
and thats how we all got down safe from then on. The side we kicked looked like a hole in the wall. but the other side looked fucked up
Demolition Party. Spencer showed up later and helped unload the wood. It started raining and we were running with trash cans of wood down stairs and dumping them in a basement. It was like a long Strong Man competition event, that seemed to never end. We chomped at Respect and called it a night.
