Going, Going…

Gone. I hope you’re happy asshole, because now you’ll see every move the dogs and I make in the back…

It’s down now; I just have to do cleanup. What a mess.

I feel nekkid.

The plants themselves are nearly dead… maybe I should replant? Should it be confederate ivy again or something else?

Would it surprise anyone to know that I’ve been standing out there in the middle of it all, staring at that house? You reap what you sow…