There’s just something about a dead lawn, cheap side panels, and lower income neighborhoods that call to us in our late teens and early twenties. Maybe it’s the element of danger from those exposed wires next to the leaky pipes in the kitchen and gang of unchained Rottweilers that roam the block that excites and draws us in. Or perhaps the landlord that conveniently forgets how to speak english whenever the A/C breaks is the only person that’ll rent to a group of destructive, college-aged hooligans who plan on being the change of pace, party house whenever the fraternity doesn’t feel like jumping through the unnecessary hoops of registering an event through the university. I’m not sure anyone can put a finger on what exactly seduces our young minds into these meth fiend friendly confines, but an even greater mystery has to be how these giant tinderboxes across the country don’t all end up like the Mizzou home pictured above.
As you can see from the two scorched flags, this was the east campus home of a few Missouri Lambda Chis. That was until Saturday morning when a first floor couch caught fire and eventually spread up the wall and throughout the entire residence causing an estimated $25,000 in damage.
It’ll buff out.
Thankfully, all four kids inside escaped unharmed. And, would you look at that. The ol’ rusty grill out front is very much intact, too. The 4th of July barbecue is still a go. If one of your parents had the foresight to get renter’s insurance, this could be a big summer for you guys..