TRASH
There's no way you're going to look after anyone's little monster, you decline.
"Well get the fuck outta here and stop wasting my time then!" the woman yells as you feel the all too familiar door slam in your face.
You don't have too much luck with the rest of the block either. So far the best offer you get is some sick fuck wanting you to shit on his chest. After punching his lights out, you finally get someone that wants you to clean their gutters
It's an unpleasant job. You spend the remainder of the day on the roof pulling out matted leaves, sludge and by the droppings what seems to be an elephant's nest. You're still doing it when gets dark, which later results in you falling off the ladder and twisting your ankle badly.
"ARGH! SHIT!" you yell.
The owner comes out to see what's happened. You immediately start ranting at him.
"My ankle is fucked! And it happened on your property! I'm suing the shit outta you!"
"Stop lying, you trailer park piece of shit! You ain't scaring me! Now get back and finish doing your job!"
"Fuck you! My ankle's twisted! I can't see shit now that's dark anyway! You better have a good lawyer because I won't be living in a trailer too much longer!"
The owner's still angry at you, but your insistence on suing him, causes him to wonder if your claims do have some sort of legal merit (Weak though they may be) so he decides to play it safe, just like you thought he would.
"Oh fuck it; I don't want your redneck ass lying here driving down my property value! Here take this, and get the fuck off my property!"
You take the wad of money and limp back to your truck. You drive to the liquor store and pick up some much needed alcohol to try to dull the pain of your ankle which doesn't really work too well. Later when you get home, you spend the rest of the night drunk on the couch and in pain. Tina dumps an ice pack on your foot and goes to bed.
As you start drifting off into your alcoholic slumber, it occurs to you that you should've just faked the injury from the beginning of that job and saved yourself a lot of hassle.
"Well get the fuck outta here and stop wasting my time then!" the woman yells as you feel the all too familiar door slam in your face.
You don't have too much luck with the rest of the block either. So far the best offer you get is some sick fuck wanting you to shit on his chest. After punching his lights out, you finally get someone that wants you to clean their gutters
It's an unpleasant job. You spend the remainder of the day on the roof pulling out matted leaves, sludge and by the droppings what seems to be an elephant's nest. You're still doing it when gets dark, which later results in you falling off the ladder and twisting your ankle badly.
"ARGH! SHIT!" you yell.
The owner comes out to see what's happened. You immediately start ranting at him.
"My ankle is fucked! And it happened on your property! I'm suing the shit outta you!"
"Stop lying, you trailer park piece of shit! You ain't scaring me! Now get back and finish doing your job!"
"Fuck you! My ankle's twisted! I can't see shit now that's dark anyway! You better have a good lawyer because I won't be living in a trailer too much longer!"
The owner's still angry at you, but your insistence on suing him, causes him to wonder if your claims do have some sort of legal merit (Weak though they may be) so he decides to play it safe, just like you thought he would.
"Oh fuck it; I don't want your redneck ass lying here driving down my property value! Here take this, and get the fuck off my property!"
You take the wad of money and limp back to your truck. You drive to the liquor store and pick up some much needed alcohol to try to dull the pain of your ankle which doesn't really work too well. Later when you get home, you spend the rest of the night drunk on the couch and in pain. Tina dumps an ice pack on your foot and goes to bed.
As you start drifting off into your alcoholic slumber, it occurs to you that you should've just faked the injury from the beginning of that job and saved yourself a lot of hassle.
