July 7, 2011

dogs belong in the house

dear meal tickets and water spickets diary,

where the water comes out is where i get my food. seriously. when i was a small evil child, our garbage man came on saturday mornings and during the summertime our water spicket on the back at dad's was the best for drinking straight out of because it was high enough up you could get under it and get a fucking good ass drink. you still can- as a matter of fact, but when you turn it on it makes a water noise you can hear throughout the whole back of the house- so when i was a kid i always knew when the garbage went because the garbage man always got a drink at our house. i can still remember what he looked like, the garbage man, and that i find very odd since i have that facial recognition disorder. i do remember him though. and i could draw a composite sketch iffin i had to. my dog in the back yard, rusty, used to bark and bite at anyone who would even try to come back there. anyone that is, except the garbage man. my dad will even tell you, the garbage man just had it like that. he could come behind the house and get a drink and do his thing to our can and leave and rusty never made a move. i never did see anything like it. but boy when the city would come and my mom would make them come through the basement door to read the water meter, rusty would come off his chain.