Start your day with a DOA

Fourth of July. Two DOAs and a rescue. I don't even remember the rest. Oh wait, a guy got hit in the head by his son with a clock. You could say he got "clocked". MWAH HA HA HA.... give me a break people, I'm freakin' tired.

DOA number one, 63 years old and massive health problems. Didn't stop the family from gnashing their teeth and renting their garments. DOA number two, 30 years old and probably overdosed. Both in full rigor. Dead is easy to diagnose - well, unless you're an officer in our department. Whoops....did I actually write that? Hells yeah, I did.

So. The apartment is empty, I finally have internet and cable again (I was getting mighty tire of movies) and I'm overwhelmed by how much I have to do. I trimmed the bushes on the right side of my steps out front and came away with 5 bags of yard trash. And that was just ONE SIDE of the front porch. Damn bush had thorns. I attacked it and the thorns and bugs attacked me. I'm riddled with bug bites, bruises and scratches. Joys of home ownership.

My neighbors are busy-bodies. Apparently the elderly lady living next to me filled in the whole damn neighborhood on me. What little she knows anyway. The guy across the street brought me wine. He asked what I preferred and I said whites, then he brought me a red with a twist off cap. The thought counts anyway. He was just buttering me up. He's a house painter and needs work. The freak-a-leak across the street told me all about her alcoholic roommate and her whack-a-doodle dogs. She's got to be in her 60's and does hair out of her home. She's fishing to do mine. After seeing HERS....UM, NO.

I gotta got to bed before I start making sense again.