Click here for some photos of the abandoned house that Steve Jobs has owned — and hated — since 1984. He wants to tear it down and — perhaps in the spirit of the times — build a new, smaller mansion.

Some of these pictures remind me of the state my then-girlfriend (now wife) found our apartment in one a.m. after an infamous party. After bidding six or so of us farewell at 6:30 p.m., she came home from work at 6:30 a.m. and discovered us still up drinking and unmoved, the apartment trashed, and a stick of butter mysteriously adhered of its own power halfway up the kitchen wall. Jobs has only skunks and rain to worry about; we had musicians and gamers.

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