The Painting

It was a hot day at the town dump..the smell was the usual.. a powerful mixed stench of rotting garbage and smelly socks. here i was Dumping out the truck ..getting yelled at by the town dump workers for minor offenses like “no picking!”..The loud noises coming from the crushing and compacting machines, the old loaders piling up the junk and garbage…we were “always in the way” …but it was a typical day when i literally stumbled upon a large box… next weeks excerpt…

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