i got a call from my contractor Andre early one morning the other day. which is unusual, since I'm the one who usually does the calling.
he tells me that there's a bunch of trash in the backyard next to the alley...so much trash that the construction crew cant get into the rear door [which is currently the only way to access the basement]
i tell him that I'll come over to check it out and make a beeline to see what all the commotion was about.
i can see why they were concerned. there was a TON of trash!
mattresses. desks. tables. chairs. kids toys. and a baby crib.
its as if someone was forcibly evicted from their apartment and they needed to get rid of their stuff so it got....
all dumped at my house.
motherfuckers!!!!
the crew wasn't going to move it, so i had to reach in and move it all solo....enough to at least un-block the stairway. but before i did that, I called DC police, which, as you would guess, had nothing to offer to the situation. i moved the stuff that morning and had a trash hauling dude pick it up the next morning.
i didnt really want to get it picked up so fast, because the culprit may think that this is a great place to put some shit and get someone to take it away for free. but i also wanted to show my neighbors that WE MEAN BUSINESS and wont tolerate that kind of crap. it looked terrible, so we had an obligation to clean it up in a timely manner.
its a new day on Q street, partner....a new day indeed. so....thanks, but no thanks, for the housewarming gift.
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