JERM IX:
Half gallon bottle of 80 proof McMaster's Canadian Whiskey, half full or half empty, depending on your perspective or philisophical outlook.
JERM IX:
I'm actually in the market for a new Thermos, but unlike some people that call themselves urban explorers, I do not steal from locations. Insert smiley face emoticon to convey sarcasm and subtle judgment here.
JERM IX:
I stood on that chair to get a shot of the theatre seats and the legs bent out and collapsed under me. I surfed back to the floor gracefully, and landed on two feet. We laughed hysterically.
JERM IX:
It was sweltering hot in the attic. I reached the top of the stairs and sweat immediately began to pour from my brow in the quick second it took to snap this image.
JERM IX:
The beautiful old theatre seats with detailed cast iron legs, cherry backrests and arms, and red velvet padded seats.
JERM IX:
While peering out this window, Ninja saw a cop drive by. She kept watch for a few minutes while I did my thing, but he wasn't onto us. Several minutes later, she took another peek, and he drove by again in the other direction. Again, she played lookout.