no april fool's joke
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2011.04.01
Sadly, this is not an April Fool's joke.
We have a shed in our back yard where we park our bikes. There's always been a lingering smell of crap despite the fact that the floor of the shed is clean.
Turns out, it's not the floor where I should have been looking. Someone's been flinging dog crap up there. Given that this bounds on two of our neighbour's properties, I'm looking outside the current set of residents in our building, who have no dogs regardless.