Yesterday in a twist of irony my landlord sent his handyman over to pressure wash the outside of the house. For three hours. In a drought. On the last day of the driest summer on record. There I was, trapped inside a building engulfed in more water than its seen in years. Me and three cats. Meanwhile the neighbors congregated in the back alley hollering things like, “WE’RE IN A DROUGHT!”and “HEY MAN DID YOU KNOW WE’RE IN A DROUGHT?”, while cars…
A river of irony and broken rules
September 23, 2015