whisp tsk
The talk of the neighborhood yesterday was first brought to my attention as I turned onto the short end of hanford lane on my way to let out the dog I'm caring for. A shiny, rather new black pickup truck was parked on the side of the road, missing its front left bumper and headlight, with a flat tire. I run into owners of other dogs I care for sometimes and they tell me that the owner of the truck was probably drunk off their ass, and completely took out the little brick decorative entrance thingy onto that road. I notice that the alleged driver has thrown a bunch of deer park water bottles onto the lawn of the house he's parked by, none of which hold anything that looks quite like water. That afternoon as I depart, a man in a gold corvette pulls up and asks if its my car. I tell him no sir. So apparently the alleged driver crashed the marker, parked the car, and split.
WTF?
that's all for now. good night.