088 No Parking

Who are the people in your neighborhood? In your neighborhood? In your neighborhood? Hillbillies who scream obscenities and leave rotting trash in the hallway? Hookers who bring their Johns over all hours of the day and night? Young college couples who break up on the front lawn and then spend the next few days hurling insults and bits of furniture at one another as they move out separately? Old folks who watch TV at top volume past midnight? Toddlers who scream and wail into the wee hours of the morning? Frat boys who have parties every day of the week and drive dune-buggies in tiny circles round and round the parking lot? Depressed wantwits who moan and grumble to everyone and no one in particular? Are THESE the people that you meet when you’re walking down the street? The people that you meet each day? Sigh….

The mighty pile of dirt has turned verdant. Seems to be a lot of nutrients in that soil, which begs the question: who’s buried under there?

From Skullard’s Postcard Collection: Hey, Grump-Butt down there in Apartment #3! Don’t be a grouchy old Don’t Bee. Society will loathe and shun you!