Decided that yesterday was the day to rip up carpet in the basement. It’s a big basement with a lot of carpet, but I smoked a little, grabbed a few beers and figured, ‘let’s go!’
It didn’t take long to figure out that this was gonna suck. The carpet is 40 years old and the odd little notes of ‘dust’ (?) that would flake off as I ripped. I wondered, on many occasions, just what it was I was breathing in. Then I decided to stop thinking about it and just accept the black lung, mold spores, asbestos and pink eye that was sure to come my way.
Well, lo-and-behold, I didn’t get ill, but I DID wake up sore as f**k. I knew I would, but I didn’t know where. My legs, playa! Stiff as hell. But I don’t have pink eye!
That’s all I’ve got today!
Until tomorrow, do what you do best and STAY BEAUTIFUL!