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Sunday, March 16, 2008 ... Posted at 1:18 AM

Dump
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Today was fairly interesting. I got so tired the night before I slept until 10 AM, which is rather unheard of for me. I sluggishly got off of my bed and got ready to depart to Charley’s house with Josh Osburn to check out how ghetto the Cambodian duplex was. I never really had a chance to explore it, but I found the lot quite charming, it just wasn’t decorated or taken care of properly … Its such a shame! The land is huge and it would be worth quite a lot had the neighborhood and homes been cleaner.

After exploring the house with Josh and Charley, we encountered the largest chicken I ever saw. After Josh took a few snapshots of it, we ran away before the bird would attack us. Once that was over with, we helped load a lot of junk into Charley’s mom’s truck and drove to the dump in downtown where we unloaded the junk into this huge pit in the middle of a garage-like room. In the bit were convicts/workers that were managing and clearing things away a guy riding a huge tractor. I tossed a smelly queen-sized mattress down into the pit, yet it still leaned against the wall of the pit. I was annoyed and tried to kick it but I missed and my shoe went flying into the trash. A group of gruff men chuckled and returned to me my shoes. Well, to say the least, I was lucky!

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