It helps the pain, I think, when you witness something this traumatic, to have others subjected to it
with you.
That's what I've always found.
It's like a midwestern Versailles, re-imagined in high Olive Garden "Tuscan" style.
So. Much. Brown.
If you'd like to subject yourself to more pain, you can go here.
From the article itself:
"If the world's worst designers got together to make a showhouse, it might look something like this four-bedroom, five-bathroom house in Indianapolis. There seem to be so many rooms that the listing's mention of 1,540 square feet seems highly suspect, and no single word can describe its aesthetic. But the bedrooms with multiple beds, the overabundance of stonework, and the Holiday Inn-style balconies almost make sense considering that the home's owner was Jerry A. Hostetler, who the local newspaper describes as an "almost-famous pimp-turned-construction mini-magnate."
