Act 2, Scene 10: “Fertilizer”
TRL walks back from N’s house. He is barefoot. The street pavement is warm. He steps back onto his side of the road, the grass scratchy. His next step brings him to the sidewalk and then back onto his lawn. He looks down and jumps to the side, narrowly missing a drying dog turd. The one he saw a week ago. The one he suspects was deposited by the Mayor’s dog Moe. Rat bastard dog. He vows to remember to keep an eye out for the two on their next walk.
posted by trl at 10:55 AM
1 Comments:
Good luck with that househusband/journalist thing.
It's not hopeless, but you may want to fire the nanny, the housekeeper, and the yard boy to get some better material.
And, um, "Desperate Househusband?" Do you clean the bathroom? Do you vacuum? Do you wash the floors - on your hands and knees to get the stains out? Do you fold laudry? Do you take the baby for walks in the afternoon? And then try and squeeze in your "journalism" at 2 am?
I'll check back later to see how your experience, rich, RICH with emotion and irony, is playing out.
Good luck.
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