Anyway, I have been going out and getting things done in the yard to make use of the time I would normally be sleeping.
I went to go pick up some milk, and saw a car parked on our boulevard with a stranger asleep in it. He is still out there, and has his stocking feet up on the dash. He must really be tired, because my 71 Dodge isn't terribly quiet when I start it. Hopefully he isn't dead. Sadly, he isn't the only person I saw this morning who may have been dead.
Just down the street there is a suspected crack house/meth lab, depending on which rumor you hear. I saw what I thought was a bag of clothes with shoes at the top outside an old travel trailer. When I got closer, I saw that the bag of clothes was a person passed out face down with his legs tucked underneath him. I drove by a couple of times, letting the loud exhaust on my truck try and rouse him. The last thing I wanted to do was get out and go over to him. I do have a hot dog stick in the back of my truck that I could have poked him with, but its 3 foot length is nowhere near the 20 foot personal space buffer I like to maintain between me and the maybe dead.
On my third trip past, he did wake up with his hair all scraggly, and turned to look at me like nothing was wrong. Perhaps all the condensation from the grass and drool isn't the best hair styling product. Being bald has distanced me from the latest trends in hair care, so maybe he is a trend setter. He may be the same person one of our other neighbors saw going poop either on the same spot he was passed out on or very near it. Who says drugs are bad, especially if you make them yourself?
It looks like the store is open and I have a long day of yard work ahead. It is nice to know that if I get tired, I can just drop where I stand and have a nap, face down, preferably on an ant hill.