Just when you think you are living in the city, what with your postage stamp-sized lawn and five whole inches between your house and your neighbor’s, you notice a skinned deer hanging upside down in another neighbor’s garage.
“Venison”, he explains while carving away, Johnny Cash blaring from his stereo.
You nod in agreement. And wonder if you should shield your toddler’s eyes.
3 Comments
RT Sep 19, 2006 10:05 AM
Dude, why didn’t anyone tell me I had incorrectly written DEAR??? Yowsa. Color me embarrassed.
Lindsey Sep 19, 2006 5:51 PM
You should see where I live. Suspect neighbor with possible meth lab who cooks each meal on the mini-grill on his front porch.
At least your neighbor was blaring Johnny Cash and not Kenny Chesney.
jared Oct 2, 2006 10:13 AM
oh deer!