ElCabong
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As I was digging up this guy’s driveway for gravel, it occurred to me that I have totally trashed out his house. I looted all his food, broke up the furniture for wood and leather. I chopped up all his drapes for cloth. Then I smashed all the pictures in his house looking for a safe. Found one.
Why the hell would he put junk in his safe? The great developer in the sky is messing with me. I guess.
I took a wrench and broke up all his appliances for parts, even his lighting fixtures and beds. I chopped a hole in a couple of his walls looking for hidden treasure. Took things he obviously thought were valuable. Broke down his car into its component parts.
Someday he’s going to come back to his house and find that it’s been gutted. Unlivable. I really did not like myself at all, hated being forced to do that. I dug a while feeling bad. Then it hit me.
He might have been that crawler in the basement whose head I smashed in. He doesn't need a house anymore. Feeling better, I dug on for a while starting to enjoy the day.
What if he has kids? Oh @%$#.
Why the hell would he put junk in his safe? The great developer in the sky is messing with me. I guess.
I took a wrench and broke up all his appliances for parts, even his lighting fixtures and beds. I chopped a hole in a couple of his walls looking for hidden treasure. Took things he obviously thought were valuable. Broke down his car into its component parts.
Someday he’s going to come back to his house and find that it’s been gutted. Unlivable. I really did not like myself at all, hated being forced to do that. I dug a while feeling bad. Then it hit me.
He might have been that crawler in the basement whose head I smashed in. He doesn't need a house anymore. Feeling better, I dug on for a while starting to enjoy the day.
What if he has kids? Oh @%$#.
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