Five hours in to the demolition process, we finally make it deep enough in to the house to reach the kitchen. It looks like a deranged crime seen. The drawers and cabinets are smeared with dark delta funk, the wood is bloated and swollen, the entire contents of the kitchen lie in a mud caked mess on the floor, and a massive ancient refrigerator sits bridged on top of the counter and stove.

After a half an hour of cleaning around the bridged fridge, someone attempts to clean under it. They underestimate just how fragile the counters are and therefore how delicately balanced the fridge is. They reach under it with a rake and pull out, among other things, what was a toaster. As it tumbles around, pulled by its cord, the tin box catches the corner of the counter and peels off a bottom panel, upon which the fridge crashes straight through the countertop and the underlying cabinets and smashes to the ground. This not only sends the five volunteers in the room flying back, but also shoots the once was toaster across the kitchen floor and in to the pantry door across the room. The door breaks in half on impact. The contents of the pantry are then dumped on to the floor; 100 pounds of rotted dog food and 10,000 squirming maggots. The contents of the freezer also come pouring out, year old seafood which is now black liquid. Within a second, viscous fluid and white larvae pool at my feet. Within another second everyone in the room vomits in to their masks.

The odor is so foul my vision becomes impaired, but I follow the light and dash for the front door (AGAIN). I hurdle over the balcony, rip my soiled mask from my face and land on my hands and knees in the lawn. I then enter an unstoppable gagging fit for the next 5 minutes.

The four others hang from windows in the house.

Once my fit relents, I roll on to my back and stare up at the beating sun. I release my synched back brace from around my waist and draw deep breathes. With my hands at my sides and legs spread, I relax my bodys tensed muscles, breathe deeply through my mouth, and then, begin to laugh. Just hysterically laugh. And it feels great. With puffy eyes and flushed face, lying next to a pile of poisoned garbage and my own yak, I laugh out loud and wonder how the hell I ever got here in the first place.

I clean my mask, wipe my eyes and head back inside.