Life Without Taffy

I was nosing around the wreckage of a construction site where a brick seller once stood, demolished to make room for a new little mini-mall, and I found these Polaroids:

This morning I wasn’t quite awake yet and I knocked over a cup of coffee off the counter before I even got a sip, narrowly missing my crotch. I knew it wasn’t gonna be my day.

I was at work and the weather looked like it was gonna turn bad so I decided I should take the garbage out before it started raining. As soon as I opened the back door, it was already sprinkling. The wind was a’blowing. I went over to the dumpster and grabbed the plastic hinged lid-thing and attempted to flip it over and behind as it is supposed to do. The wind was working against me and I scraped the shit out of my hand on the dumpster. It was a pretty deep cut and it bled quite a bit. I threw the trash and junk out and went back inside.

I grabbed the Polaroid camera out of the office, usually reserved for taking pictures of shoplifters and the like and snapped a few photos before I cleaned the cut up. They didn’t turn out well:

Stupid blurry garbage. So I decided to do a little sketch:

k.t. has the camera with her in Costa Rica so when I got home I did a scan of it. It really doesn’t look that bad. Just another wound on my gnarly hands. Oh well.

(My girlfriend k.t. is out of town for two weeks. I’m documenting my time without her.)

I found these two photos on the walk to work earlier today. Pure gold, they are. I may have to get a frame for these to hang on the wall.

So there’s this lot where a building once stood. (See debris and such here) In the corner of the lot by the road there’s a wrecked automobile. Not entirely sure why it’s there.

Being a nosy bastard, I had to do some snooping. The glovebox was full of smelly water. I looked and saw the trunk was open. I pushed it up and several wasps flew at me. Jerks. I didn’t get stung at all, but it spooked me a little bit. I slowly raised the trunk up again and saw this polaroid sitting in there:

(The eyes weren’t like that. I’m protecting his identity or something.)