I've been embracing angst for 30+ years now. If it makes you feel any better, it never changes.
I went to the orthopedic surgeon and got approval to take my awful leg brace off. I was so fucking sick of that thing.
Everytime I see the show mentioned above, all I can think of is the oldschool Comedy Central voiceovers with Penn Jillette going "DROP...the Dead DON-key..."
Bullshit was a great show. It went a little overboard with the naked people on the later episodes, but penn and teller love nude people, so you can't fault them for it. It was still a great show.
Some people a couple of doors down from us got evicted and they already had the reputation for being filthy (the grass in their lawn was like 2 feet tall, they had a bunch of starved and beaten animals wandering the neighborhood, etc). So I guess they left everything behind and the landlord has piled it all up on the curb. It's taller than I am (5') and the length of the house and you can smell the cat piss all the way down at the end of the street.
Anyway, our neighborhood is always being prowled by trashpickers the day before the city comes to pick up "special" trash like old furniture and whatnot. So I was out walking with my kid and I see this ratty old van stop in front of what I'm calling the "eviction pile", for lack of a better term. And they get out of the van, they go over to the pile, and suddenly they run back to the van as fast as their little legs will carry them and slam the doors and burn rubber getting away.
I'm curious. Bees? Rabid raccoons nesting in the pile?
I remember the time my roommates and I used to haul our trash to this neighbor's house who had a small pile of junk on their curb. Eventually that pile became huge because anytime we needed to throw anything out, big or small, we'd just walk over to the house at night and throw it on the pile.
Eventually we found out mice had been coming in through our dryer exhaust hole and our laundry room had tons of them running around in there. They were nesting in a cushion from a papasan chair we had stored in there. So we dragged the papasan outside and filled it full of holes with our pellet guns, shooting anything that moves because this is Texas. So many dead mice. We tossed that cushion onto the pile and the next day we saw like 20 cats all over the trash pile. It was the biggest swarm of cats I've ever seen. The day after that, the neighbors got rid of the whole pile.
I do go to neighborhoods having the trash pickup (they have websites that list what areas are being picked up). But it has to be richer neighborhoods. I ain't gonna pick up trash from another poor person. What's the point?
the house we just moved into has a basement you can only access from the outside and it's got a pad lock on it. my girlfriend's mom said "maybe that's where she hides the bodies" D:
Our neighbors collect scrap metal, but they know how skeevy this house was and are staying away. It's just a big pile of cheap broken furniture, ancient pee-stained mattresses, rolls of filthy carpet and whatnot.
I can pretty much sum up the people with this anecdote: I had a garage sale (not the shitbomb garage sale, this one was later) and the guy waddled over and bought an electric hedge-trimmer. He went back to his house, gathered the family, laid out flat on the driveway and hedge-trimmed about a foot of grass, yelling, "LOOK, AH'M MOWIN' THE LAWN!" Then they all had a good laugh and went inside. In about a month, the mowed spot caught back up with the rest of the yard.
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