this morning i woke up to bagel looking out the window. upon further observance, i saw a white truck stuck in the mud in our back yard. our back yard has a hill and on the other side of the hill is a road. hard to explain, but that’s as condensely descriptive as i can be. the day goes by, i walk bagel, i write. i notice they’re still there. when it’s time to drop lance off at the airport, they had got their truck out by then. i drive past and there’s trash everywhere, not to mention deep ass skid marks. i thought about approaching them while they were stuck, but i didn’t want to socialize. i should’ve because people seem to lack decency these days, smh.
i’m glad my parents raised me better than that.
-ratha, 3.21.18, 2:08pm