People keep confusing me with an eastern European doorstep, perhaps a stoop in a Hungarian alley. Yeah, I don’t know. Maybe it’s the rolled floor mat in bold colors which hugs me so carelessly that screams gypsy. But now homeless winos keep pissing on me because they think that’s what I’m here for. Like I’m some kind of elongated urinal cake in designer hues. I can’t remember the last time someone who wasn’t a homeless wino pissed on me. I mean, I don’t mind being pissed on. Admittedly, I’d rather be shat on by raccoons, but if you’re not a wino and you have your own address, please, by all means, take a piss.
Only you would walk past a doorstoop and feel compelled to take a picture. You’re a weirdo lol.
This is true.
that mat has had a rough life…
i <3 random picture sundays.
especially when it includes random story sunday.
you’re the best.
My grandma used to have tons of those mats when I was little. I miss them!
i bet they miss you, too.