13 Design Ideas From the Homes of Cancer Celebrities
During my senior year of college, I lived with four of my friends in a house that became known as the treehouse. It didn’t get this name because it was a shaggy, lovable bungalow—it was because a tree literally fell on it right before we moved in. The house was pretty gnarly, and not just because people puked behind the couch at multiple parties. We used to park on the dirt-covered lawn, smoke cigarettes in the basement, and there was a mysterious newspaper-stuffed hole in my closet. We didn’t have a functioning roof until right before Hurricane Sandy touched