Oh, you're done with that driveway, boy?  Well now go fix the *%&$in' LEAK in the yard!  Yeah - and here's the month's $87 water bill to let you know you had a leak for the past few weeks.  Good times.  Oh how I hope it's not galvanized pipe.  Copper would be great.  I'm pretty sure pvc pipe is out of the question considering the age of the place.

And so out into the North forty I go tonight...*stomp stomp stomp.....squish*.  Yep.  There it is.  Freaking, freakity, freak, freak leak.  And so I turn off the water and enjoy having pleasant dreams of being butthole deep in cold mud tomorrow, praying...that I find copper. 

Speaking of copper, I recycled some the other day.  Took some aluminum cans too.  Thought I'd be a good citizen and make get a little cash in the process.  So off I go to Thompson's metal crap-fest (a recycling place in Kpt.).  First thing I notice - a cop.  A cop?  Wonder what's been going on. 

Come to find out - nothing.  Our tax dollars pay for a cop to be there continually - probably because of the catalytic converter thieves in recent times (or perhaps Thompsons should hire their own security guard?).  Hey buddy - how about transportating your butt to an intersection with those stupid red light cameras and standing THERE for awhile.  I for one would be happy to see the cameras go.  And mark my words, since the red light cameras are relatively new, one of these days some city official is going to be indicted for sticking his hand in the cookie jar for personal gain because they don't have the oversight experience with all the money those thieving cameras bring in.  Anymore, I've learned to pretty much avoid those intersections altogether.

Oh back to the recycling fun.  So the cop comes over to watch me unload my ten bucks worth of cans and ten bucks worth of old copper pipes.  Not only do you get the cop breathing down your neck, you get the privilege and opportunity of handing over your tag number, address, drivers license, signature and THUMBPRINT to the recycling business.  Holy hell people, I don't give out that much information at the bank - where I'm just going to take a wild guess and say it's probably safer there than at bubba's recycling crap hole.  Guess where my next batch of old metal is going?  To the trusty ole landfill.

And so for now I'm off to brush my teeth with toilet water.  Hey, it's all that's left.

-w0s