5 minute freewrite 2883 prompt the tenth layer
This is my post for #freewriters 2883 prompt the tenth layer hosted by @mariannewest
Yesterday's post rest not more and today's post the tenth layer have a lot in common. My sister and I have been trying to clean out my shed that my son wanted to stay in for five days now. She has been getting here at nine in the morning and staying until she has to leave at two to get her youngest granddaughter from the bus stop. I have been working on it until three or four in the afternoon.
I am not only upset over the guy staying in the shed, and the drugs I found, but the trash I have been hauling to the dump, and at myself for allowing it to go on this long. I should have put a lock on it sooner.
We have hauled six truckloads of trash and clothes to the dump. He had bags and bags of clothes that he must have gotten from the thrift store dumpster. I did not know how bad it was until I started cleaning it out. The dump is closed today and tomorrow. I believe there are three or four more full truckloads to go that would make it the ninth or the tenth layer, I hope that will be the last one.
Last year, we made him clean up outside the north gate, where he had piled old bikes and trash. We told him not to bring anything else here, but little by little, he did. My husband has been on my ass, and his about it, and I do not blame him. After I get the shed cleaned, I will haul everything out there to the scrapyard, plus any metal I find inside the shed.
rocks from the bed
I have also taken eighteen three gallon flower pots, and half of a fifteen gallon pot of rocks out of it. There are rocks stacked up outside of it, plus our north driveway is lined with rocks. Everyone asks me how someone who only has a bicycle can haul that many rocks here, not to mention all of the bags of clothes.
after I took the rocks off
I have no idea how that guy was sleeping in it unless he slept on top of the bags of clothes because the bed was full of rocks. From the things I found in there, maybe he was so messed up that the rocks did not bother him. I am not blaming him for all of the drugs, I am sure my son had a hand in them, too.
My son has not been back home since I told him what I found, and my heart hurts. I worry if he is getting anything to eat. All I can do is pray he wakes up and decides he no longer wants to live that way.
*Unfortunately, photos are mine