emerge raze right when the sun was sliding out of the sky, the man who lives two houses over started mowing his lawn. like almost everyone else around here, the green grid in front of his house is his whole world. he had it all torn out and replaced with grass that was identical to the grass he had before. just for something to do. he has to cut it the day before it rains so he can have an excuse to cut it again the day after. i think once he was out there cutting it while it was raining. because surely the grass was growing while it was getting wet. and you can't have that. one guy will walk around for hours staring at his lawn, trying to force the blades to lengthen with the power of his mind. when that doesn't work, he gets pissed off, goes inside, and slams his door. then he comes back outside and does the same thing again. but this guy isn't that guy. he's a different guy. halfway through his lawn's early evening haircut, he killed the lawnmower's engine and started waving his hands around. he stood facing the street. it looked like he was talking to someone who wasn't there. it took a minute for my shit-heel landlord to emerge from behind the tree that hid him from my view. i have to admit i was a little disappointed. i was starting to think maybe my neighbour's neighbour had something resembling an imagination after all. 250430 what's it to you? who go blather from