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three houses i was in today...

a shack with a raked and swept dirt driveway. tweeker organized junk and footpaths throughout the house. soot and cobwebs thick on every surface. dismembered dolls and spagetti on the backporch.
possible meth lab in detached garage.

a house with a rotten flight of stairs to a second story entrance. an obese man in sweats and food stained shirt sitting in a small room with a huge plasma screen tv and nicotine stains on the walls. he has three large knives on the table and brass knuckles. he laughs inappropriately and sticks his hand down the front of his sweat pants to scratch his balls...
and spends a long time doing it.

a split level that reeks of dog with a $30,000 truck in the driveway and a white trash bitch on the porch. her hair is an unflattering red and she lacks a full set of teeth. there is dried dog vomit on the floor in front of their hdtv. their little boy immediately hugs onto my legs. he looks like a shaved albino monkey.
i shoo him away with my clipboard,
but i feel bad about it later.