A look at the dungeon

I visited my parents house (aka where I grew up) this past weekend, and noticed that the walls in the den, where I used to hang out almost all the time, have barely been touched since I moved out 14 years ago to go to college.

I figured it would be something that would give a fun look into some of my inner workings, or, in the very least, be one more thing you could judge me about.

Here are some images:

Please mind the existence of Friends DVD box sets in the last picture. I’d never condone the purchase of those (They belong to my brother and are temporarily living in the den.).