Hottest day of the year
and we've had no water
in the apartment for a week.
Sometimes it comes in
drips and trickles, meaning
I have to run to the bathtub
and catch it with an empty
container.
This is the fault of our landlord
who is a stupid hoser and a major
shirker of responsibility.
A dopey-dope who shies away
from confrontations and tricky
situations.
A frog without water? In this
desert?
How does he do it, you ask.

Kung Fu.

Soon (next weekend)
I'll be on the road again.
Eagerly anticipating this little
road trip, I am.
This'll mean that I'll be staying in
a motel, eating chips and watching
Iron Chef on cable:
The best part of road trips!