Broken Bed, Broken House

Yesterday was one of the strangest days I have had in the city, everywhere I went I was involved in one sort of nonsense or another.

My day started off on the wrong foot when I overslept by an hour, so I decided to work from home. My clumsy tenant broke the bed in the unit downstairs (I didn't ask how), so I had a 2pm appointment to pick up one I bought off craigslist in the U Street area.

I worked all morning and at noon I called it a day and decided to clean up my yard a little. I weed whacked, and raked, and swept my paths. I also trimmed all the weeds in the alley and at the entrance to the alley where an older man and his lazy-waste-of-life-free-loading-non-working grandson and three great grand kids live. I clearly have no respect for the grandson who just smokes blunts all day, but the little kids are cute and I feel badly for them. They run around in diapers and play unattended on the sidewalk. On occasion the neighbors and I clean up their yard, and yesterday was my turn. When I was done some guy came out of a neighboring house and asked me what I would charge to trim around the trees near his sidewalk. I told him the charge was nothing and trimmed them up for him. He introduced himself then said "You look hot, you should come over for a cold beer and relax", the guy was a little "fancy" so I politely declined, and walked back to my house. I appreciated the gesture, but I didn't know what his motives were.

As I was walking down the alley back to my place I heard skidding, then a series of crunches, then what sounded like three dumpsters being thrown off a building into the street. I went back to the street and saw cars in varying degrees of demolition, strewn all over the place. With the help of Fancy and a few other neighbors they pieced the event together for me. Apparently a guy in an SUV lost control of his vehicle at a high rate of speed and hit a parked car. That car rammed into another parked car in front of it. The first car went over the curb, over the sidewalk, and into a stone wall. The second car bucked off a car in front of it, skeeted left, and landed about where I was trimming weeds 5 minutes before still with The Club on the steering wheel. The SUV continued to skim against the sides of cars until it came to rest 75 feet away. No one was hurt, but wow, close call. Good thing those kids weren't outside playing. The cops came but I don't know if or how drunk the driver was.

The second part of the day was spent picking up a used IKEA bed frame. When I showed up at the house a young woman and a dude met me at the driveway. They helped carry out the frame, and I wrapped the parts in blankets and strapped them to my trailer. When it was done I reached into my pocket for the cash, but when I looked up the girl was crying inconsolably. The guy was hugging her, but she just bawled, sobbed, and was almost on the verge of hyper-ventilating. I stood there for a good five minutes with the cash in an outstretched hand before I tapped the dude on the shoulder and said "Here's the money, thanks for the bed". He took the cash and I drove off totally bewildered. I am very glad I do not have to sleep on that bed.

When I got home to get rid of the old bed and set up the new one my tenants dog slipped around me and out the door. I grabbed him by the collar but he spun like an NFL tailback, backed out of his collar, and took off running down the street THROUGH traffic. FUCK! I ran off after him, but he was a block away in the time it took me to go three steps. I called him and he began to do the old head fake playing routine. Just when I was an inch away he would take off again. This was futile, I ran back to her apartment, grabbed a leash and a box of Cheerios, and ran back after him. As soon as I saw him I shook the box and started screaming "cookiestreatsCheeriosfooddinnerfuckinggoodstuffhere", not sure what the buzz word would be that would draw him back. "Dinner" seemed to do the trick and he ran back to me then sat perfectly at my toes. I jumped on him, put him in a headlock and put on his collar. He tried to back out again but I twisted the collar (a trick from my dog) and dragged him back him. I should point out that he's some kind of Sheppard/Husky mix, a big dog, and more than a little scary looking. Once in the door I threw a handful of Cheerios on the floor and then almost collapsed from heat stroke/cardiac arrest.

The day finally turned around when I had dinner with Kay, followed by three rounds of great sex. She continues to wet my bed with cum but I love it. I just throw a towel over the wet spot and we collapse for the night.