I dream of having a yard like that someday.
Underneath all the rudeness and bluster and bragging and dirty jokes, I’m
actually a nice guy, so I’ll give you a chance to change your mind.
I used to have all my bicycles on the front porch, but the City sent me a letter about it.
So now the junkers are there in the yard, the so-sos are in the sheds and ten or 12
good ones are in the living room.
And the blueprints for the barn are at City Hall for the building permit, yes.