ninjagrrl

Not a whole lot to say, so here is a story.

Some guy had been stopping on his bike and picking cherries from our tree (which hangs over the sidewalk). One day I went out and talked to him. He wasn't apologetic or anything, but he said that the cherries had worms and that worms were good. I told him to help himself to the cherries and went inside.
Later that evening, some guy shows up at the door, says his name is Mark and he would like to mow the lawn. Being as the grass is getting knee-high while the lawnmower stands unfixed, I agreed.
So Mark, mows the lawn, after attempting to fix his mower for an hour, going to the neighbors and getting their mower, sharpening the blade of the mower and then mowing a bit.
I came out with a beer for him, because I think I've seen people do that in movies. We sat down and talked. He told me that he broke his heel and that was why he had to do work like mowing lawns. Apparently, around last Christmas, his girlfriend's husband (or ex-husband, although Mark tells stories pretty well, his enthusiasim confuses details) appeared and demaned to know where "That skinny little fucker" (Mark) was. Since the husband was once on the cover of Muscle Magazine and Mark is a small man, Mark decided to jump out of the second story window to escape.
Well, he breaks his heel, runs to the neighbors, who dose him with tequila, meets an old school buddy driving the ambulance and goes to the hospital were his UA tested positive for meth.
"It was around the holidays," Mark explained.

Well. It amused me.

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oh, and if you never checked out my blog-thing (link on profile page) you should. I went back and re-read it and it makes me happy.