from turds to triumph

the floss, the feces and the folly

Just after dark,

I took out the trash and the compost bins.

The inside of the trash bin featured a bag tied to the top of the can and was half filled with dog shit.

I put some more Rodney droppings inside and tied it off. As I did, a random piece of dental floss caught the back of my moist fingers.

Lovely.

My skin crawled so much it ran away join the circus. It was last seen with my sense of dignity and an elephant beating up a clown out at the edge of town.

Gross.

I wiped my hands at the base of the tree that resides between the sidewalk and the street.

The grass was moist.

This I did before remembering that this particular spot on this particular tree?

That’s where my dogs love sending and receiving pee mail the most.

Excellent.

First the turds, then the floss all finished off with a handwash in dog piss. It was my kind of night.

To an ordinary fool, this is tragic. For a remarkable fool? This arry of idiocy was somehow preordained, asked for and likely necessary.

I was attempting to change a h…