Monday, November 11, 2019

Ghetto Spaghetti

When I peeked my head out I saw an oily stain on the siding of the house next door. It ran from the neighbor's third floor porch all the way down to their backyard. Perhaps someone was boiling spaghetti on the stove and the sink was loaded with dirty dishes so they ran out to the porch and chucked it over. The wind was blowing and the oily water splattered against the house.

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