Emma Chamberlain

There's like a Chrysler, an old Porsche, an old Land Rover.

There's probably eight cars, all old, all from around the same era.

I don't know, maybe 80s, 90s.

I don't know my cars.

It's none of my business.

I don't care about cars.

You couldn't pay me to care about cars.

There's a bunch of cars out front, various colors, various models, various makes, and all of them are filled with random junk.

Like full, okay?

Like the passenger seat is full, the back seat is full, the trunk is full with random shit, okay?

The most random shit you've ever seen.

Like...

There's like a box with a bunch of books and then there's a straw hat and then there's a bag of McDonald's and then there's a case of like soda and then there's a bunch of folded clothes and then there's and I'm like, listen, I've seen these.

cars parked pretty much in the same place every single day with, I'm pretty sure if I remember correctly, the same collection of random items for like years.

And I'm like, what is the story here?

Now, it's interesting because it's like, I don't know, the first probably 50 times I walked by this house and walked by these cars, I was like, huh.

And then I just kept walking.

You know what I mean?

But day after day after day, eventually you start to get curious.

And it's sort of become like an obsession, not an obsession for me.