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teddy’s was served with extra love last night.

heavenly wine and roses
seems to whisper to her when she smiles …

sweet, sweet jane!

however, i woke up punctured.

still got a bit of this cold thing. coughing, congested, touch of the brown bottle flu in the mix to boot. i layed in bed and told lefty, ‘i feel terrible.’ he stared back with soulful brown eyes, clueless to my misery, needing badly to shit.

i get up, blow my nose, stagger around, put on a sweatshirt. knock at the door …

some young guy standing there. clean cut, shirt tucked in. towel hanging out of his pocket. i see his duffel bag laying about twenty feet behind him in the yard. what follows is our exchange:

‘are you the man of the house?’

‘what?’

‘sir, are you the man of the house?’

‘oh, yeah. are you here because of the green thing?’

‘ah, yeah, it’s a sort of a green thing.’

‘are you here for the sewer?’

‘no, no, sir. not the sewer.’

(my confusion here stems from a green piece of paper that was hanging on my front door yesterday. denise came over to practice and she handed it to me. here’s a bit of the information it provided:

Within the next few days the Department of Public Works will be conducting sewer “Smoke Testing” in this area. During the test, it is normal for smoke to emit from your roof stacks. If your plumbing is not properly functioning, smoke may enter your home or business. If this occurs, open your doors and windows for ventilation.)

at this point he whips out a squirt bottle.

‘we’re trying to get people to switch to more environmental cleaning supplies. you just mix a tablespoon of this with a pint of water and it’ll take any kind of mildew or mold off any surface.’

now he starts spraying down the post of my front porch, a post that is completely covered in the south east louisiana moss/mold/fungus/ whatever the fuck it is.

‘see i can take all this off for you.’

now i’m in damage control. i’m a renter, i’m not interested, talk to the landlord.

he persists.

‘is that your escort over there?’

‘yes it is.’

‘you know you have oxidation on your lights? i can take that right off for you.’

at this point i come clean.

‘dude, i just woke up. i’m fucking hungover. i got shit to do. good luck.’

‘alright, man. take it easy.’

‘yeah man. good luck.’

i’m supposed to be writing about plato right now. i have to turn in a short paper in three short hours. i’m almost done, but my head is not alright right now. coffee is not working. i might need to heat up my teddy’s grub. i might need to take a sudafed. i might need to lay down and cry for a while.

i’m in damage control.

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