If I ever had a house like this I would walk up those stairs real slow with a glass of wine in one hand and a cigarette in the other, then I’d get to the top, pour the wine over my head, take a puff of the cigarette, smash the glass on the ground, stab myself in the heart with a shard of glass then I’d let myself fall to the bottom. If I was still alive, I’d shoot myself. Because there would no longer be a point in living. Because this house is awesome. And there was never a point anyway.
My thoughts exactly.
EDIT: Now that I think about the person who owns this place is a c-word because why would they do that to us. Why do we need to see how good you have it, arsehole. Shut your most-likely-pretty face and shut up. God, I hate you with the intensity of a thousands suns. Which is really intense. Who do you think you are? Who, and why, why are you doing this.. You’re mean and I hate you.
If I lived in a place like this I’d think “Man, if only I had friends to see this!”… I think that now.