The dark window behind the happy couple was home to a squatting crack addict when I cleaned out the junkyard to begin work. One day when Chas and I came back to drop off some reclaimed materials, we noticed a dumped drywall bucket and smelled something funky over by the window. I never got into the philosophical underpinnings of his argument, but apparently my neighbor was feeling his turf threatened by my move in. He had dumped a full bucket of excrement out the window into my space, and rather carefully placed some along the window frame, perhaps to prevent my popping in for a visit.
The respirator filters were not even close to completely blocking the smell as I shovelled the shit back into the bucket and dumped it back inside. I don't think he could understand my side of things very well through the mask, either. Luckily I didn't get my head shot off.
However, I think my shit-shovelling won me enough respect to draw a truce.
Perhaps ironically, perhaps not, I gleaned later that we each referred to the other to our respective cronies as "Shit Man."
