it started with a rake, a bic and a dream

i have spent the past couple of days cleaning up my yard ... and it's not just any yard, it's a kentucky rental home yard.

now, for those of you who maybe have never lived in a kentucky rental home, let's just say this ... people don't really take care of things like it's their own. this is probably true all over, but i am using kentucky as an expert reference ... i reckon i could throw texas and colorado in there too, by qualification, but my time in those states would skew the results and is not relevant.

at any rate, this yard ... lord, it is work.

lots of raking, burning, disposing of old meth lab glassware ... not sure if that last part is exactly true, just an educated guess.

so i've got seasons of thatched-in leaves, grass clippings, pill bottles (again with the kentucky drug abuse), mountain dew labels to rake through, giving the ground aeration it has likely not seen for years ... or more.

so far, i am winning ... yes, the blackness in my nose is a bother and we'll see when the blisters start forming or i once and for all cut off the tip of a finger, however, for now, i am enjoying the challenge and clandestine drug factory scavenger hunt.

peace.