The guy next door was out walking a new puppy.
Cute doggy, but that's another checkmark against him. What happened to the other one? There was another dog they had, and I remember he was a runner.
There's something wrong or lacking with those who can't train a dog. I may be a bastard for saying that, but that's what I believe. If you can't train a dog to not bolt, don't have a dog.
He came at me with some crap about blocking the road , illegal work , and that he with two other neighbors were writing a letter. The least I could do he said, was warn them ahead of time.
I wondered who the letter was to.
The gas company is jack hammering the road. They are making the connections, not blocking the road. Everyone can pass through.
There were a lot of things I could've said to him but all I said was "Okay".
I lied. I won't be warning him of anything. Everything is permitted, as the owner had paid for all of them- the permits. A permit gives us perm- mis- sion.
Sorry, but literally that is life in the big city: jackhammers and construction- for as long as the property values hold.
So I zenned it. I was beyond arguing. "Okay", I said. That was all.
Even though the fucker had thrown his old matress over the fence into our trash pile without asking; had thrown his fucken jack-o-lantern with a candle through the window without a window of our still just framed building almost a fucken year ago; sits out there wake 'n' bake every morning, coughing away- sounds like he's got tuberculosis- I really don't care.
I'm so fucken above all that in the fucken astral plane.
Ya, I'm the fucken pilot, see?